Lyrics:
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
just bring to my pad
Find me in the lab laying down these tracks
It’s to the top yeah you we know we never lack
Yeah, Yeah This the Hotbox. (x4
the way
Each little creature knows its own individual parts
The track laid by frogs
And the gators and bugs
And your slow breathings
Climbing my charts
a track star
To my rescue
I know the race was not won
By the swift
But the steady, it's a marathon baby
And I'm ready to walk this thang out!
4 Yah-weh
I'm
Samuel T. Falbo was born in Floyd County
Late 1950 in eastern Kentucky
Raised by a TV repairman who tinkered
With old radios in a dimly lit kitchen
with my wiz
Now she dead with my kids
I live by the subway, niggas push drugs in my hallway
All day everyday tryin to get the pay
And I be tryin'
the chess
Big smoke now you wanna hit that
Big tokes now you wanna live that
But you been chocked every time I lit that
Never wind down your window for my
money bag
You can push it, you can push it
Bring it to me by the 4th
You don't want flak
Flip that bag
Keep it on track
Flip that bag
Get a lil bat
Flip
We the motion gang, we the ones who really havin' it
Pop got a four-knick, exotic pack, he baggin' it
Fifteen, got a hundred bricks up in my mattress
thinkin this was made to be–
Homicide still abides for the older me–
Back track to tracks with the coldest beat
Real spitter
Heavy hitter
Waiting to be
your heart is full and your life's on track,
The battle is won and you ain't turning back.
It's ok, YEcH BcBY ITS OK.
LIFE HcS JUST BEGUN.
on your tracks I know that you pussy you is not a g
Yeah I can really see yeah what you really be just by how you moving
R a e d u double b bitch you a dubb
See them walking hand in hand
Across the bridge at midnight
Are so bright
Heads turning as the lights flashing out
And walk right out to the four
See them walking hand in hand across the bridge at midnight
Heads turning as the lights flashing out are so bright
Then walk right out to the four
me there's a bitch up the block who got more cock than AK's
The bitch just moved in, in building 210
Right next door to the Fantastic Four
[Raekwon]
Straight up nigga, I'm a money nigga man
You know what time it is wit me, yo
That's right
Take the track, cut the heads off, split it
If you pussy
I'll fix that by passin you the loose leaf
Gettin lit
While the bus speedin down one ninety
Straight to and from the coffin
One up
[Raekwon]
Straight up nigga, I'm a money nigga man
You know what time it is wit me, yo
That's right
Take the track, cut the heads off, split it
me here
So what I look like telling a nigga that I shouldn't be here
Power to the people so the people shouldn't live in fear
And I'll be that raising
by the mirror track
but you feel high, will deny high, will defy you, get in closer now
Can you hear me?!
[Chorus](x2)
Don't bring me down, when
And that Canon very close by
4TG (fo')
That's the crew (crew), the clique (clique)
Pull up a chair (right here)
Come get some Bread (uh huh)
You can sit
on demand
'Bout to smoke 4, 5, 6, 7 grams
Right in Puerto Rico, feeling like the man
Let's have a good time it's
All part of the plan everything lit baby
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!" (Scratched 4x)
[Uneek]
Ayo kid for years I've been into rap
Writing funky rhymes to get my name
On eastern parkway
had many a dark day
when I was alone
and I had no place
now lay in my crib
off the palisades parkway
storms pass by
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