Lyrics:
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
Yeah yeah yeah, Cudi, fools gold
Awesome the words I'm too smart, young black man
Not on any curbs
But i like them with the curves
Maybe from
Look at the blood.
On the floor.
Shit to tragic Daughter’s askin Why they killin us for?
Still
*(Step Back)
Time to kill another black man
12
You wanna step back and I let it roll off me
Brooklyn, New York B, ain't nothin soft G
Yeah I get stressed but I let it roll off me
Flirtin' with
You wanna step back and I let it roll off me
Brooklyn, New York B, ain't nothin soft G
Yeah I get stressed but I let it roll off me
Flirtin' with
Mía que quien and I'm up in the mix
If I ain't up in the 5
Then I'm driving the 6
Then you owe a couple thou' if
You step on my kicks
Trying ask me
then, we'll be curvin' the block
Yo cut this shit
Man, I'm the best in the sector
Get your ear buds to grip, then I dissect ya
Inject ya with my lethal
no play brave rapped and a nough shot dah yah fi the 12 gage slip and slide them da a hell gate from you dis a crocs man you na meads stright wide
holes and blood stains.
No doubt, we shoot badges, born with ski masks.
Chew on shrooms, drink booze, and pee acid.
[Chorus]
Welcome to D12 World!
Devil's time out
Can't be timed with no swatch watch
Who I am, the black Abraham
Zunga zunga zang, yellow man, Vietnam
Add an extra bar as I spar with
of the time, cause I see the sign
So I re-align with an open mind
Adamant and circumvent
I get by every night and day
Get by with my comfort way
An Open
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
This is a public service announcement
Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records
"Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost
can't get through
Why don't you leave your name and your number
And I'll get back to you (X3)
Yo what's up man, this is Ronald Master down with
wanna kick oh no I ain't Japanese (no way)
Scottie Drippen with it you ain't even in my league (whew)
Wifey by my side and she know that I ain't new
Keith]
Bout it bout it, like Master P, makin money G
No time for promos, get paid when I MC
You know my feeling, I'm dealing, with tracks so
with you, man?
Nah, nah, see, yo, chill, man, yo, pass the Cristal man
Fuck is wrong with you, man?
Niggas is greedy man, damn
Big ass shits
Yo man
mine
What kinda man fall in love with his mankind
Type of brother that'd bleed for a brother
They say remember Him by drinking red wine
When He
on the ground, 3 stories high
The deepest bass and the real fresh high
So step off your throne; they're on the loose
The DJ's from Miami with all the juice
So
first met Proof
With Goofy Gary on the steps at Osborn, handin' out some flyers
He was doin' some talent shows at Center Line High
I had told him
pretty young for my age
I have my mothers eyes and my father's contempt for Roger McGuinn
I left school with 12 GCSEs, 3 A Levels and only one good song
going to kill you
Slowly I turn, step by step, through the back window I crept
Silent as a mouse on the set while everybody in the house slept
I
Food for thought as a law for the brother man
P-Dog with a gift from heaven
Tempo 116.7
Keeps you locked in time with the program
When I get wild I
What up, Rippah?
I come from posted on the block with them hot boys
Seven of us ridin' on a bike, totin' them fire rods
I smoke a show, man, how
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