Lyrics:
New Jack City
Except we ain't talking bout New York
This bout Detroit
Tell me how you supposed to keep going with so much on yo plate
And I ain't
Surrounded by the open and bias
I is
The what, How and the Why is
Never claim wisest, still wise here
Stating that I hate I'm motivated by fear
My dear, you
that
No, I cannot trust the Eve for Jack, no, I do not believe in that
Cause you get whacked up if you lost, back door open, you get crossed
I remember
gettin' that Poland Blitzin', fearin' your P's, we stolen
He caught a shot, cause his body was open Look, I can't say what I did to my slimes I can't say
to light me on a dock down by the shore
By the light I'd seen that I would never see my home no more
By the light I'd seen that I would never see my home no
Keep it to myself guess that what ima be doing
Every time I open up my mouth something gets ruined
Then my heart start racing an my mind starts
don't touch
Your loving on such and such
And so what is love? It's just frame of mind
And boxed in by sex, it's toxic
The scent is intoxicating and all
shit is unsightly
The diabolical psychological raps
What type of audio is that?
Get your body blown Jack
Methodically I attack
Smack rappers out their 5
(Now its music in their ears, I got a perfect licking mind
Bout to slide by their crib, point it out and put you down)
Take what you want, tie they
What am I smoking I don't know Jack
Don't fuck with the Feds and that is a fact
I'm working the field Delino DeShields
Shit's getting real get
?? style, whatchu know bout ridin out
from the Kroger parking lot to the Paramount
and Birmingham then back, punk is spittin his jack
When
through tha back
And i got something like a grenade for them haters
Who wanna jack
Ooooooh-Ooooh
And we going be in mah clique
And im shinin like a light
I
stories
She would never say it, but she finds it kind of boring
In the back of her mind she thinks, "this ain't really for me"
She don't like to open up
the back door, by the way
Why you tryin' to play that mack fo'?
If a nigga gotta pay a triple x hoe,
Then you gotta be a hellafied nympho
Open up let some
by the way
Why you trying to play that mack for?
If a nigga gotta pay a triple X hoe,
Then you gotta be a hellafied nympho
Open up let some air
me like to shake right
Now watch me jack off by your mother's gravesite (did you know her?)
because I knew her, and i fucked her, and i missed
me like to shake right
Now watch me jack off by your mother's gravesite (did you know her?)
because I knew her, and i fucked her, and i missed
em on 12 comin' back 21
It's 80 sippers out the book, I move' em one by one
See my hands is fast, my cook game raw
I don't need no pyrex, gimme
Cover much ground, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day, true player way
I can't get her out of my mind
I think about
to fucking seizure I'ma leave her
By the freezer while I'm taking breeders of ether with a fever
Jack the phone calling my friends fake faggots
Kicking
I remember how I used to walk up and down the streets
Of the city of New Orleans, bound by drugs, bound by alcohol
Committing the different acts
to the party
By the end of the night
Got Nichole got needs
And I needs mine
'Cause Funny Man
Is just so damn sexual
Gotta ass on my mind
It's just so damn edible
from the Kroger parking lot to the Paramount
and Birmingham then back, punk is spittin his jack
When the leaves turn ur-ange, and you see your breath
the structure
think with an open mind
lead a fresh dimension of culture
communicate it's never too late
just realize
this is a cause and effect for a
misguided
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