Lyrics:
fly 'cause you're hearin' those young eagles call
And someday when you're older, you'll smile at a man strong and tall
And say I've got a couple
My man Frank Barr, for the phat tattoo
My peoples King Emms and Mike Nadone
Killa Rhyme Klik, the kings of the microphone
My man DJ Lee, 'cause his
have to go that far and I
I've got you down
I know you by heart
And you don't even know where I start
Talk to yourself, talk to the tears
Talk
butcher man can't do
Butcher man, in the morning, won't you please stop by my house
Butcher man, in the morning, won't you please stop by my house
I've got
under
That cool clear water
Then he did it again
Eddie came up yelling
Lord in heaven halleauh!
I'm a brand new man
Well the water got to bubbling
a Patek
I can tell, she wanna fuck me with her friend as well
Hangin' out the roof like, "Fuck 12" (fuck 12)
I got too much money, I can't go to jail (go
nowhere.
I got those St. Louis blues, just as blue as I can be,
Oh, my man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea,
Or else he wouldn't have gone
(Worried man,) (Papa is a worried man.) (Worried man,) (Papa is a worried man.)
The place I go to draw my pay, Closed the door on me today.
Told
Overripe, fresh-skeezed California females
With 3-inch cherry red press-on Lee nails
Reach into my mind for the rhymes I'm seeking
Like a garbage
the first to say that love wouldn't last
Now she's the one that's falling and she's falling pretty fast
She's got a man on her mind
Stirring in her soul,
, the bitch too thirsty,
And X nigga trying to come around and get that (get that)
Man, a nigga too thirsty!
I already fucked with.. got all in
Aha, why
I am the searcher of my fortunes
I've got my right hand on the wheel
We've got to dig for buried treasures
I know exactly how i feel
I went
on your tan I was trying to be a man
And pretend I wasn't a mess
But that sun was
Just a little too hot
Couldn't keep my heart to myself
You were sippin'
The Reverend Mr. Black was my old man
I gotta walk that lonesome valley, I got to walk it by myself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for me, I got to walk it by
on up, niggas use to tease me
See me on top
It makes you queasy.
Sick with it
Bitch, I'm Bruce Lee
Seduce me
You're nice and juicy
In the parking lot, I
Baby, baby, without your love
Take a look at me, darling, come on, baby
Tell me what you see now, baby
I'm only half the man now, honey
That I
I've read about those tender girls
Those ready to surrender girls
I've got one of a tougher kind
Rougher kind, the make men suffer kind
Who's
Broke bitches, your attention don't pay me
Hellcat, powerglide, no Swae Lee
All these diamonds Roc Nation, like Jay-Z
Bitch, you know the game like I
every dime I make, every soul I know
Hire by reach, the farther down I go
This old broken back of mine is all I've got to show
And anyway
A working
dream
And I, oh I, said I, oh I
'Cause I know by the way I feel
She's got to be real (fa la la la)
I told the Sandman, 'help me if you can, man
Get me
this aluminum will foil your plans
That's how I'm doin' em man
I keep two in hand
In case I've been drinkin' seeing double
I got one for you and your
forever
But until they close the curtain (y'all know)
It's him and I, Aquemini
Yeah
Now is the time to get on like Spike Lee said
"Get on the bus",
Microphone checka, micro, microphone checka (yeah, you know I'm sayin'?)
Microphone checka, micro, microphone checka (that's my man, he got the boogie bag uh?
like (Bruce Lee)
Ba- Ba- Back, Li- Li- Li- Li- Li- Li- Li (Bruce Lee, Bruce Lee)
Hands down, I'm the man now
Niggas forcin' my hand now
If I up
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