Lyrics:
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
"Are you ready ladies?
All right let's hear your tone on bridge
Sing!" women harmonizing
Crossin the bridge
Brooklyn invented gully, gold fronts
Low
hear Craig Mack, Notorious B.I.G.
Latifah, Heavy D, you should reminisce of me
Some say it's Naughty By Nature-'hip-hop in all its glory'
A fleet
Shock, I never got freaked better!"
She said "Here, yo, it's all in my letter"
See, I just met baby last night
We g'd
While I was sleeping she was up
get a hard rhythm
To spark a hard nigga to go and kill a beat
Three tone gold niggas hate to see
Never seen a nigga look flee as me
Pull up on Ps like
people said my voice would be heard by the masses
A dust head nicca from jerz
I wouldn't grasp it
Questions you can ask it
Team'd up with tha classix
The MARTA through the hood
Just tryna find that hookup
Now, every day, we looked up at the ceiling
(Yuh) watching ceiling fans go 'round
Tryna catch that
son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the I'll street blues
"The friends will make you, them too can break you
They plan
get cloudy
I bought a ford range didn't think she'd be outty
Huh the games over seize my range rover feds
Said somebody gave my name over
now
hands
But my mind was strong, I grew where you hold your blacks up
Trap us, expect us not to pick gats up
Where you drop your cracks off by the Mack
a drug free school zone
J.A.D.A
I'm top 5, dead or alive
And that's just off one LP
Jae Hood
Two guns up
All I know is bitches and money, grams
You decide to keen your pride
I ain't waiting ain't got no patience
Raised by the Grove I ain't got an education
24 7 shawty fuck a vacation
cokeheads, but the feds in the Mercury Topaz
After you, up the avenue
Tryin' to give you big numbers, you got math to do
Tryin' to make you miss summer,
And all I know
I never thought I would wake up in bed
Watching the world coming down on my head
I'd sleep like a dog if you would never had said
This
when I'm hit by the laser beams
Ladies fiend rappers are choosin up teams
So who could beat up just before we meet up
Before I kick
"Yes, what's the deal, son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues
"The friends will make you, then too can
Trapped by iron bars
Solitary ripping at me inside
A victim of this crazy ward
Must get out of here
No one gets out of here
Force fed
my lonely
Wrote this shit all by lonely
So I'm doly to the stu
I might be the one and only
9 hunnid dollar tee and a two tone Rollie
Two hands up
was left bare
An empty space I'd gladly share
One must live while one must die
Combined paired up for so many years
Unsure if I really want
niggas rollin those, fontos and hydros
You know how that goes, DE's light it up though
We stay smokin it, tone-locin it,
me and Fat Joe still provoking
three's for all the M 3's
Racin across the Tapenze
?Matchin see's? followed by the white Lincoln
drivin like I ain't thinkin
Wit my hats
Try to step up on the scene, my infra-red beam's right at your soft spot
If you was on TV and balling you wouldn't groan and trip
He'd keep hatred,
I was walking by the river, I was asking myself questions
But the answers I came up with didn't fit
Some have breakfast in bed some aren't properly
I really ain't (Gangsta)
I need to come up wit a (Gangsta)
Scritch the scratch the nigga fat tone is so (Gangsta)
You need a bit of that (Gangsta)
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