Lyrics:
do me right
they can be 21 or 20 years old
long as they got I.D.
Man I dont need no troubles
there might be two walkin over nice and real slow
they
of beat downs and rebounds
Concrete street sound
Shootin' by C-town
Nowadays these new dudes is tampons
The type to hustle right in front they man's
really know what was just going on
As I got older, I started to understand
Every single day, I had been raped by that man
Offering me meals and disguising
the progressive realization of a worthy ideal
Rollo May, the distinguished psychiatrist, wrote a wonderful book called Man's Search for Himself
And in this book, he
a gun just to rap or even think about pointing it at someone to show that you scrap
What the fuck is that man
I have a plan just follow me and get hit by
the war
All the gods spat
They gathered around and spat in a vat
Guarded by a man named Kvasir
Luke warm green bubbles and TheO drank
On both shoulders
I
(Welcome valued customer)
This man called me on the phone think he's Scooter Braun
Three months later we doing business find he's fraudulent
30 racks
nothin' but smoke that we got for them
Must have run up a thirty in Scottish Glens
That's 'til he seen me in the Daily Mail
And he went and called me by
how he have framed by evil men
Men who bought and bribed the jury seekin' only selfish gain
Yes they sent an honest man to prison condemned him
That means the squad is 20 deep
I zoned
Zone Coaster (The International) [Repeat: x6]
[Busta Rhymes]
Finally by now the whole crew's in the house
It's that married music, tough times
After 20 years, have we finally reached the end
After 20 years, am I still your best friend
After 20 years, can
the Canada Dry
20 songs in like 10 hours man the lean had me on a grind
Now I'm thanking god that I'm alive
By now I probably would've died
I remember
jump, jiggy, jump, jump,
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
(Verse 1)
I tell 'em no lie
I blow by wit the Bentleys wit the O eyes
I
them I needed help
I did I did
Nobody reached out so I did it by myself
The same ones that turn their backs on you criticize
When I called my plug he
The police force needs to be reformed
How can one man be killed by 4 devils in a uniform
They had us on choke hold
Squeezed out our last breath
Seemed like
leng, she think she mine
My bro got twenty, he's out in nine (nine)
Heard you're a bad man, dare man chat back
He went swimmin' but that's all
by the Gs
Getting lit off my mind blowed off them trees
I’m above all these niggas that say they ball
Call me rain man my day when that money fall
Ima
every guy looks like me
That mental quota rollercoaster
Miller Lites on dirty sofas
Settle down before they ghost ya'
Quit it man just do you
Oh, by
Give me ten seconds
I'll give you art
An extra hundred-twenty
Adds weapons and stolen cars
Throw in five more for the lookout before it's dark
And if
New York
At twenty, I said I'd better quit by thirty
Then by thirty, I thought by forty rapping is corny
How wrong was I?
Never would have thought
the blood
And there never was a hos like the Tennessee stud
We drifted on down into no man's land
We crossed that river called the Rio Grande
I raced my
(I need it)
Try cop me a yard by twenty-three, say it's nuttin' but beef and trap (work)
See, I'm tryna move this cap but my mans going on rude
20 to life
Now his kids with no father, figure they can't sleep at night
And the lawyer told his baby momma he ain't comin home for the summer
Man she
on
I been here for twenty-nine but I just start livin’
I just start livin’ dawg
I got the privilege tell the driver roll up the partition
Roll that up
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