Lyrics:
Now, an my baby went out
An' stayed out all night long
She never came home
Until the break of dawn
C'mon, shake yo' boogie
Whoa, shake a-yo'
just a street nigga and I'ma always be
We was gangbangin', that's how I grew up
Out there sellin' work, that's how I grew up
Youngin' shootin' shit
a designer (a designer)
Bad b**** and she goes by Aaliyah (by Aaliyah)
I pray to God she is also not a liar (not a liar)
If she breaks me imma f****** get
a pissin')
I cursed this bitch out, we be laid back
[Method Man]
Half a box of cereal gone, my milk's warm
Mad strong, this is John John, pro and con
had to get P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up
Full nike outfit no jack jones
I boost physical man I got a backbone
No police on the chase I want P's in the safe so I'm going out west for a bank
guess I'm just hypocritical
Okay, I need a recap cause my mind might of just relapsed
Imma break like both yo' kneecaps imma kee-
Okay I lied, bring
years old straight up out the notes shit
Me and Kee hopped the whip, now we in a cruise ship
Bought new kicks
Bought new clothes
Now we on some fly shit
neighborhood
Not bad meanin' bad but bad meanin' good
Time flies by with the boomin' system
Shot by my head, I popped back and I missed 'em
So I kept
me
Is there anybody
Somebody out there
Who can love someone like me
Published by John P. Redmon Music (ASCAP)adm. by Reaching Records. All rights
man Q-Tip in the house
Cee-lo you know he's in the house
My man John Legend's in the house
Talib Kwali will work it out
My man Apl.De is in
man Q-Tip in the house
Cee-lo you know he's in the house
My man John Legend's in the house
Talib Kwali will work it out
My man Apl.De is in
listen
Okay
Class, today at Break-A-Bitch University
We will teach young bustas, playa-hatas
And all of these weak, narrow-minded young sissies
How
[Featuring see Murder Silkk The Shocker]
Water bubbling
Voice in background repeating "make crack like this"
Masta P
Imagine
Uh huh, oh, y'all niggas killers now?
(What the fuck?) Oh word?
Catch you comin' out your fuckin crib
Half-ass nigga, rap frontin' nigga so butt
clowned down
John, Jane Doe, lost and found
Everybody know this young player's about his business
Riches, chickens I pimp, but lickeness
My L.I.P
"Nowadays, everybody wanna talk
Like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they movin' their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
These
(Yung Lan on the track)
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Thirty round by me you can figure it out (blrrrd)
I think I got niggas figured out (yeah,
sickness
But I'm in love with a young man
And the only thing that breaks my heart
Is what keeps my darling so long
Is he a Lord or a squire or a duke
He said, me and Melissa, well we fell out of love.
We ran out of luck seems like lightning struck.
I've been thinking of leaving
But I can't raise
the floor
Or then forty four slugs gonna hit you, ho
I don't care what it takes, I pull out a gear
Fuck the snakes, and Kurtis Blow with The Breaks off
Yow, its Troublemaker yoh
You dig what I'm sayin'!?
The GhoustBeatz (Yow)
[Verse 1: Cardinal Troublemaker]
My verse comes out like a fuckin diarrhea
the paper the chase
P done gave me the break for me to make some cake
still dope I cook in sake, got pretty ass hoes to bake
that's definitely a dumb
Boy
Beefing over the net I'm vegetarian
You ott ah stop it
Play against me and you won't win
A title like John Stockton
Don't even fix your mouth
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