Lyrics:
need no help
Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies
When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only
We never met, but best
hit
Nelly caught a rape case
Where Ashanti at
Nicki booty is fake
Lil Kim wannabe
Young buck the only G
Out of G-unit
Drake don't pen
His own raps
your life okay?
Is it who you are?
Are you right on track
Or has it gone too far?
Well, only you will know
Don't let the blues get you down
I'll
the matter of the fact because he saw you and me argue
Now the energy is coming back
Set an example, a positive pattern, keep life on track
But I'm married
Traditional, arranged and adapted by Arlo Guthrie
It was late last night when the boss came home
Asking about his lady
The only answer that he got
the streets
No you cross my heart and leave me fierce
Only want this one time (one time)
Cause we've got one life (one life)
To be by your side (your side)
For
haste and send you out of this place
And back to trace my flow but don`t waste your time bro
It only takes a minute a second for me to switch
wants to see you die
Fancy cars and fancy homes
Wrecked and abandoned
Now you're regretting that loan
Money on my mind
I lost track of time
Tried
without money
My way of thinkin' is one-track
My method of convincin' combat
Success is a mission, it's there for anyone who wants to do better
You
drive-by of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braille
From a lunatic, I'm death like arsenic
right
You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track
To shoot you someplace and shoot you back
You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler
to the West Coast, daddy
And let me be where I belong
Hey now, Philly, you street city
Been down by the railroad track
I know you can be a sweet city
But
ain't got a prayer and his days are numbered
And you'll track him down like a dog
But it's a tough customer you're gettin' in this trade
'Cause
nigga on the run
What you gonna do to get paid?
Step on the rest of the hood 'til the drug raid
See you runnin' like roaches
Black gangstas need track
Death only one can save self from
This relentless attack of the track spares none
Yo, yo, yo, fuck that
Look at all these crab niggas laid back
In a house by the tracks,
I want, I want you back.
In a dress that's painted black,
I want you back, I want you back.
All the ways my mother taught
the process
You have now learned how to make a hardstyle track
let's fininsh this journey by bringing back
the kick a-and the bass
the process
You have now learned how to make a hardstyle track
let's fininsh this journey by bringing back
the kick a-and the bass
And I'll be loving you forever
(You're all that I need to get by)
I used to play hard to get, like a sample on a hook
We used to play with the pots, you
get that
Good mood
When ya come through baby
Whats love? Call up Ashanti
I can't stop thinking about her putting it on me
A one track mind, she my one
Coming out the alleyways of Illtown
Producer extraordinaire Kaygee
Followed by the backbone VinRock
And the last to fall onto this planet: Me
you to fly?
Destiny, she grabs hold of me
Takes me by the arm so I
Can't escape what's in front of me
Only one way out this time
It's do or die
Only
Here it is
Where's it at?
In the back
Got a stack
The Dirty Bastard
Yo you Bastard flip the phat track
Here I go, here I go, whether friend
raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the benzes, rollin philles, we younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin
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