Lyrics:
Benjamin
I used to give a fuck about
My luck when I was innocent
Now what the fuck is up? I'm
At your neck like a Pendleton
Nigga, I need that, bitch, I need
on the mat
Hip-hop love this is and don't mind when I quiz
Your involvements before the sun
But clear your court 'cause this is a one-man sport
And who's
If you think that a kiss is all in the lips
C'mon, you got it all wrong, man
And if you think that our dance was all in the hips
Oh well, then do
Check the steelo
Brothers is lost
Like Nemo call me neo
In this hip hop matrix
Take six and stamp it
On ya forehead
The great tribulation
Got me
there be?
My three, Mase Pos and Me
And that's the magic number
(What does it all mean?)
Focus is formed by flaunts to the soul
Souls who flaunt
the dollars
Work hard like blue collars, ghetto scholars is hard to follow
Niggas say it's real rough today and I say what you say
They promised me forty
is dead
The average nigga on my corner yelling
What the fuck you mean, mean
See we ain't even seen, the mountain top counter clock
Wise goes
smoked up by the doorway (blaow, blaow, blaow)
No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence
Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you
Are you mankind or what kind of a man?
See, Pops is straight out of the garden
From when the world was starting brand new,
Hip Hop, Hip Hop,
Would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
cnd be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a mule
c mule is an animal
told them to throw it out there mind.
But I don't know what you did to me baby, but everything you do is fine
First, the way you walk by me baby, make
What's up, this is Mary, leave a message, and I'll holla back, peace
Yo, yo Mary, pick up the phone girl
Ay yo Mary, pick up the phone girl
the sky is
The square mileage of earth or what pi is
I'm the shaky hand that touched George Foreman in Zaire
The same hand that punched down devils that
**Phone dialling**
[Mary]
What's up, this is Mary, leave a message, and I'll holla back, peace
[Diddy]
Yo, yo Mary, pick up the phone girl
Through me, Muhammed will forever speak
Greet brothers with handshakes in ghetto landscapes
Where a man is determined by how much a man make
Cop Cognacs
'cause it is hard to find
Say what
[Chorus x2]
Say what if you feelin' it (say what, say what)
Say what (say what)
Say what (say what)
Say what
Chronic 1 and 2, looking up at the sky at the sun
Up until the day the sun is you
You listening to hip-hop, you in Jay's house
Wayne's house, Nas' house
this not news to you I know what you tryna prove
This is me believing that you won't lose
See my spirit was broken but I picked up the pieces
Looking
What we see (what we see) everyday (everyday)
Livin' in the ghetto this is where I stay
(What we do) what we do (to get by) to get by
Live or die,
might let him go,
But if you call the police, that's all she wrote
You know what the motive is, it's all about dough
And in case ya think we bullshittin'
To subatomic particles, strong enough to stop a bull
Bodies slam, to oxygen, drop a mule
Urinating rocket fuel, freestylin over gospel tunes
Rhymes by
waits for me?
Finished first but I missed the start
Hitched the mule behind the cart
Take the rose by the thorns
Hope for sun, but here's
shopping carts were carried away
by the sand and wind
and if I knew now what I knew then
I would tell you anything you want
is all right here
in this place
Now what is it is what it's gonna be
No, I can't call it
All I know is I had to step up
Step up
Speed it up, cut the chase
Go in for first base
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