Lyrics:
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
8:46 i look thru the list
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in
I would get this far, baby
Remember how you made me feel stupid, baby
Remember when you said I was useless, baby
It's just me and my acoustic
I'll be
dollar grin
Shine like a halogen, cool as the island wind
I don't judge myself but if I do I'd give my style a ten
Met a chick who belong on front
I'm feeling cold
My dressing is expression so don't judge me by my clothes
Some days I roll up in a hood and a trackie
Turning up your nose 'cause
still remember it
If I could read your mind
I'd save a lot of time 'cause
I've been spending all my time
Sitting by the phone just waiting for
Or is it me, you want me to be
Soul'd souls, yeah
Sex, drugs, and rock and roll
I got a couple bad habits
Ah - maybe a few
Come judge me all you want
Like
Sip this two, a one-to-three on Monday
If I'd have stayed in school and said no to drugs
I'd probably just be what my moms thought I was
I probably
line
I never fuck with drugs, I only drink for the buzz
I can handle my liquor, and my daddy is a judge
And he looks out for me
But what about
You ask me if I love you and I choke on my reply
I'd rather hurt you honestly than mislead you with a lie
And who am I to judge you on what you say
And they say
I'm a slut, I'm a hoe, I'm a freak
I got a different girl everyday of the week
You're too smart, you'd be a dummy to believe
That stuff that
it, I'd rather sell reefer than do pizza delivery
That's how the city be, everybody gettin' they hustle on
Judge singin' death penalty like it's his
it, I'd rather sell reefer than do pizza delivery
That's how the city be, everybody gettin' they hustle on
Judge singin' death penalty like it's his
Judge Joe Wapner on the _People's Court_
My name is Young MC, rockin on the mic is my sport
And now you know, just from those 12 lines
That a fella like
go and waste that time
Playing all your stupid games
Its my fault that I trusted you
Living paranoid by the things you'd do
Now I just have one last
(I just need my space right now)
She told me to go make some time
Yeah
She told me to make some time, but bae, I ain't wastin' mine
My Rollie
I can remember
And the way he looked when he moved so near
And in the morning when I woke there was no Antonio
Just some money that he'd left for
what to say
its not the same when im just praying
if i could have one day i’d make you promise me you’d stay
if i could have one day i’d make you
end
I guess you don't remember the days
When summers dawn and winters would fade
When no one could be wrong
Just listen to this song
I remember when we
and have no doubt
An I remember when it was all just a question
Put it to the test now I'm the lesson
Infectious niggas wanna fuck with the blessings
These
yourself
Once it starts it doesn't stop
You just keep waiting, waiting, waiting
For the other shoe to drop
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I still remember you
of the Lambs
With a midget who's a punk too
Tryna fuck me, but I'd rather fuck you
Eric Wright, punk, always into somethin', gettin' fucked at night
By Mista
sounds for the bitches, clockin' all the riches
Got the hollow points for the snitches
So would you just walk on by, 'cause I'm too hard to lift
and no
on that pith
You can tell by the smell
Tryna get rich so I wont go to jail
And these bitches tryna judge me
Hope these thots go to hell
Young Late don't you
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