Lyrics:
we crawl by
Let 'em look at us (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Thirty cars still feelin' like
I ain't got enough
Two miles an hour when I crawl by
In somethin' new
you know
I just copped a MPC60 from Japan
As I'm rappin' through this SM7 that's in my hand
Got a quarter-pound of buddha, I'm smokin' it by
(Foundation)
Queensbridge Crew, forty busters, shorty busters
Vernon Posse, Good Fellas, you know how that go
My man Ill Will rest in peace forever, God
you in Zaire
Tussle with a lasso in the Royal Rumble
Seperate boys from men in the concrete jungle
I remember when Cassius Clay flipped the script
hataz
It be lookin so good that ima prolly fall in love
Money u bring me trouble
But I still think I love you
[Verse 2]
Shes as black as a African
across the land
Led by a bleached blonde man with a mic in his hand
Act two, song's the only way for me to talk to you
Cos you're the king of hip hop
I'm
tried hard
For all the things that I wanted but my money was inadequate
Probably be killed by my cousins back in Africa
If they knew I risked my free
to they street
Come around, will you?
In the last two weeks, you're too weak.
I still represent Hays Town.
Though it's my proximity, my boy face down.
Little weave! I'll let them suckas
Know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride the night haha
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Mess with me and get
please let me stay one more night
I promise I will leave by morning's early light
Caffeine, nicotine, a tune I can't remember
The taste of cherry
to stop watchin that "colors" and "boyz in the hood"
Too busy claimin sixties, tryin to be raw
And never ever seen the shaw
But now, back to the story
to stop watchin that "colors" and "boyz in the hood"
Too busy claimin sixties, tryin to be raw
And never ever seen the shaw
But now, back to the story
the sailor 'cause I smoke me spinach
and when my Benz pass by they be like "I hope he in it"
they know my shit ain't rented (why?)cause I got two
yeah I got
i stay lit
She don't really wanna know bout dem
She wants a bad boy who ain't smokin' blem
Bad boyz 4 life who turn Boyz 2 men
My trap queen a rider
on The Block (c'mon, c'mon)
Boys II Men (oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
Big Freedia (uh huh)
Jordin Sparks (yeah, yeah)
And Naughty By Nature
Its nine o-clock
they ain't remember, long as he ain't remember then watch his
mouth for temper
[Verse Two: Beanie Siegel]
Bitch niggas actin' tough but you know
dissing
Try not to compare to the other men in this
Hard when the music that I'm making vanishes
Even though I'm like the only one who's doing handwrittens
and still
Tot-a-lot in the frosty silence
Tot-a-lot in the echoing night
Nearer he came and nearer
Her face was like a light
Her eyes grew wide for
Dead men tell no stories
Liars can’t live in the street
Whatever plans God has for me
I’ll cooperate instead of compete
We coming for ‘em nigga
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
forever
I paint the town red, with many heads are severed
Are-A-W, I still bring trouble to
Throw your raps in the sleephold, quick to snuggle you
Dart heat
of girls
Only two kind of girls
Good ol' big ones and big old' good ones
Baby mama girl!
Not prejudice I like the light ones
White ones, black as night
in flames
I know
Ain't nothin ever gone be the same
We still acting like everything is a fuckin game
Played by plagues
Pandemic people push places
the prayers can't bring you back to us
i'll mourn you til i join you cause i'll keep in touch
[Treach]
we was two lil niggas both skinny and broke
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