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I trap by day, boy, rap by night
C-Bone in this bitch, College Park trump tight
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you
again in my World
Take some time
Mellow out
Party up
But don't fall down
Don't get caught
Sneak out of the house
Can't help if I space in
out on that day
Black boy, black coat
Stood around the corner as he passed slit his throat
He didn't fall so he fired
One to the middle of his
Out in the streets, they call it murder
Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at
Two pound ah weed inna van back
It inna your hand
receptions everywhere you go
Blinded with desire, I guess the season is on
So you train by shadow boxing, search for the truth
But it's all, but it's all
built this large pizza pie together, no pepperoni
Yeah, you wanted extra cheese, sometimes I gave you extras
How we divided slices like the Red Sea
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
Yeah, 'cause I ain't tryna get kicked out
I pay a extra 200 for smokin' this bitch out
Buy it by the pound, smoke it by the zip
Smoke it to the roach, I
you at all
It's nothing, took some loses but I know I never fall
Drippin yeah ya boy just got the sauce
Hit the city with me, yeah you know I'm tryna
the gift I spit
The gift of gab boy, the gift is ripped
Deal with the skill that makes ya feel it
Those that don't wanna feel it need to kill it
receptions everywhere you go
Blinded with desire, I guess the season is on
So you train by shadow boxing, search for the truth
But it's all, but it's all
at your funeral
The Zig's on my hip with an extra clip
Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
La-di-da-di
Saturday night and we like
Yes y'all, in the parTY
I be Busta Rhymes y'all
And my nigga Ramp, The Last Boy Scout
Showin you what we talkin bout, HAAAH!
Feel me out, listen
at your funeral
The Zig's on my hip with an extra clip
Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
La-di-da-di
Saturday night and we like
and fall
Through it all, our love remains the same, yeah
(Out of my head) yo
I don't know how it all happened, but (but)
You're everything and more
Money start to fall out
Throw it up and fall out the sky
Baddest bitches go all out
Whole bar get bought out, that's what I call my lifestyle
Don't worry
And every bar-code is divided into two parts by three markers
And those three markers are always represented by the number six
'6 6 6'
And what does it
bar-code is divided into two parts by three markers
And those three markers are always represented by the number six
'6 6 6'
And what does it say?
No one
She was like a brand new song on an old guitar
Supernova in a Mason's jar
Every boy in town wanted to show her around
And as the dirt road Finch
he's been a good boy
He gets extra treats
And grandma lays out some extra rugs
So
He can be at the table during supper and lunch
Charlie hears our car go
business
Any city any town - touch down I do my thing
I'm a hustler, baby, I provide by any means
I'm a great conversationist
You should know what I'm about
out, yeah tit for tat it
Extra pussy get distracting
Put that into what's worth having (boy)
Stick to the plan, stick to the plan
Stick to the plan,
Uh, my mind's filled with mine fields
The ashes fall, the wine spills
The world stops, drops and rolls
It's Judgment Day or a fire drill
Yea, I pour
[Intro: Nicole Wray]
Boy you should know that (what?)
I got you on my mind (okay)
Your secret admirer (uhuh)
I've been watching you (killa)
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