Lyrics:
This mornin' when the paper landed in your yard
Do you know their names
Can you play their games
Without losin' track and comin' down a bit too hard
better
Set it all down in a tear-stained letter
Well my head was beating like a song by the Clash
It was writing checks that my body couldn't cash
uh
Come on, come on, come on, come on, uh
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Knockin', knockin'
Knockin', knockin', knockin' doors down, showin'
know how shit travel, word of mouth, have them kick-in boys all in my house
Knockin' down my glass door, tryin' to rip up my marble floor
But ain't
Let's get down to the nitty gritty
Let's get this show on the road
I'll show you mine if you show me yours
I'm breathing hard - open the door
Chorus
First the sheep next the shepherd
Chuck's run amok multiplying like leopards
Spots em up the long bombs a record
A long shot three minutes fifteen
unwind, it will soft to beyond
Catch the track, track by trac, get a map to track a trail
You will find yourself behind, for a map does not prevail
See
Prada, count up nigga
1,2,3,4,5
All my bloods, they survive
And I'm a Samurai for the calls
I might be bad like a boss
I might end up down with my click
the night so black
Like a runaway train rolling down the track
From here there's no turning back
Listen to me baby
Once upon a time
My heart was
When the sun goes down on my side of town
That lonesome feeling comes to my door
And the whole world turns blue
And there's a rundown bar across
, down, down
I'ma break that bitch down
Pull up in the car
Then let up the arms, suicide doors
I'm married to the game, never gettin' a divorce
Get
And of course I've been the boss since back when
Rocking D Boy, Fila, velour in a 190 black Benz
Now they shut down the stores that I'm shopping
Used to be
¿Dónde el baño señor?
Please point me to the door
And if you'd be so kind I swear that I won't puke on your floor
¿Dónde el baño señor?
Point me
to say
Was goodbye my name is Stanley by the way
But she tried to track him down, didn't have a clue
To even try to figure out how or what to do
Her
rails squeaking and sputtering down the west side
I found a skeleton tooth in the junk drawer
And I mean to open the folding green and white door
and then I took two more
I was out the window cause by now they were right at my door
I took three shots and then I laid
They rushed in shooting so I
creatures great and
Small, up and down, as we rise and fall
What shall we say, shall we call it by a name
As well to count the angels dancing on a pin
Water
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two
Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, niggas scared of that
Got a new motto this year, "Don't fuck with my ones"
Knock on your door, three in the mornin'
"It's just us
was passin' by, I caught her on the fly
I climbed in an open door
Then I turned around to that desert ground
Saw the spot I would see no more
As I
three, I'm gonna walk out the door
Gonna leave you for number four
On a 12 step program to quit you babe
Step five I will acquire a whole new jive
To think that I was speaking to children
Everything was happening so fast
It was like I blinked, sold three million
Then it all went blank, all I remember
Twins (repeat 3x)]
Fuck that one
I got my Nina gun pistol!
Down on they brain
[Verse 2: D-Roc]
I make you want to pop that thing girl when the bass
Twins (repeat 3x)]
Fuck that one
I got my Nina gun pistol!
Down on they brain
[Verse 2: D-Roc]
I make you want to pop that thing girl when the bass
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