Lyrics:
Truth like Beanie Siegel first album (album)
Yeah, sit Moroccan couches
Fountain of youth crib like Mott Haven Housing
Beat it up, eat the wrong
to jack it up)
You'll be alright tonight
[Verse 1 - Wyclef]
To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year
Hey yo, dear queen, by the time you get
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be a little kid with
know a few
'There are 8 million stories' and they're all made up by you
That's a lie
Yo what else think when Rush, man
Gives you the biggest medallion
From the album strontium 90 (pangaea/ark21)
Words and music by sting
Everyone I know is lonely
My god's so far away
And my heart belongs to no one
accomplished I don't know I don't have conscience
I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies; I'm head hunting
No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these
I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get respect, I bet you
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew
Now this that SpottieOttieDopaliscious, hella vicious
I wonder where is this, hold up
Get the fuck out my business, show enough
We roll up then load
the day Murdoc's tropical ghetto
Was raided by pirates
(Not the eye patch king - those modern
Day ones with machine guns and
No sense of flair) murdoc
We so jiggy up in here (let's go Weezy)
Slim baby, I see you (yes)
The streets make the hustlas
Hustlas make the world go 'round
The world is
the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good, baby baby (check it)
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt-N-Pepa
this important
So I gotta spin
Whatchu playin in the house?
Ima run up in
She say she bangin' every album
Let me run again
Your favorite rapper couldn't
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm
(Where are you?)
Oh-oh
Oh
The Divine Feminine, an album by Mac Miller
Oh-oh (The Divine Feminine)
(The Divine Feminine) Oh
Am I supposed to?
Boom, bash, wake up, I set it off right.
Look around, and turn your wet dream to fright night.
You can call me R and B, homies, which stands for
Gretchen von Ivan
Go-kart rushin' to finish their album then you find them
Lost, dog paddling, back stroking, what done happened?
Be rhymin' catching
fans like crack fiends
Until we re-up, and put more Infamous up on the rap scene
Mix the coke rhymes in greases like baking soda
Albums of G-packs
man above me is God himself
All these other niggas is below me
Word to Phife, Q-Tip, Ali, and Jarobi
What up Queens
Cole is the King (and you know that)
Now I'm the illest known to walk like the illest soldier,
And when I smoke, only roll up with the illest doja
You sit and mull it over my venom
from his bad
Camel pack packed in his chevy
Shot on film by Shawn Levy
It's all fake
It's all a facade
Guns up in a holster
Cattleman he found in Colter
love you
Well this time she left her number but not another word
And then she waited by the phone on Sunday evening
And this is what he heard
If
fear
I snatched your heart
Put it way up on the chart
At ten you're fucked
At nine you suck
At eight you're a sucker
At seven-a mothafucka
At six
Counted Me Out
Written & Produced By DeShawn Cato
Verse One
Yall said I'd never would blow
Never would run the show
Now I'm sitting here in
What up, okay if you ain't know it be one of the best of all time
Busta bust for short, for some better know me bust' rhymes
(What's good?) maintainin'
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