Lyrics:
said
King Tut, Martin Luther
Malcolm X, but I'm the shoota'
Top ramen, knowledge for the noodle
Finally gettin' praised, yeah, kudos
Doing bad, still
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
dick
This gangsta shit it's takin' the whole world by swarm
You should a seen how many bitches came to see a nigga perform
They swarm the stage,
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
names and make fun of you
(Ho) But me the Lyte
I'm into speakin the truth
Like a watchtower, hour by the hour
Lyte is rhymin, perfect timin
Milk keeps
school
I squabble from the shoulders till
The whole thangs over don't call me Snoopy
Think a nigga dumb cause
A nigga gettin' older
I keep a gat in my
pleasure over pain
Hear the seconds ticking by
Praying that you'll change your mind
Breaking every rule I know
Ready to give up my pride
Waiting for
VERSE 1 ]
Before this jam starts I'm simply stating
You have all waited, now you can stop waiting
Shall I ease into the disses, go 20, then 30
Or shall I
I always heard that his herb was top shelf
Lord I just could not wait to find out for myself.
Well don't knock it till you've tried it.
And I've
didn't
You called me from a payphone
They still got payphones
It cost a dollar a minute
To tell me you're gettin' sober
And you wrote me a letter
A million lights and a kick drum, the floor is moving slow
I've got a feeling 'bout this one, and we still young, you know
I'm breathin' fire in your
instinct, these niggas gettin clapped on instinct
I'm tired of livin life this way, crime pay
But for how long till you reach a downfall
My crew worthy,
There's a fine line between love and hate you see
Came way too late but baby I'm on it
And there's a fine line between love and hate you see
Can't
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
thought? (huh)
What you thought? (nigga)
If I should die don't cry my niggas
Just stay gettin' high my niggas
Don't wonder why my niggas
When I'm gone
I'm wit ya
I know what it's like when they know you now
But bark it at the dog baby, and I'll hold you down
[mary j. blige]
Time and time and time
Word up Mic Geronimo, nah mean
Check it out
I'm so high/you so high
I be gettin' money till the day that I die
I'm so high/you so high
I be
someday I'll look up and see the morning sun
Without another lonely night behind me
Then I'll know I'm over you and all my cryin's done
No more hurtin'
that got away somehow
You would've erased my name by now
But, baby, you've got my number
Yeah, this ain't nothing new
And I know what I'm gettin
or another I'm gonna leave you behind
I know that I'll be tortured by your memory
Till one of us has gone out of my mind
Till one of us has gone out of my
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
Can't you tell, by the spell that I'm under
This fella's wonderin' if you'll let me get next to you
Is there a chance of gettin' through?
Well you
gettin' better sex
Hope she ain't fakin' it like I did, babe
Took four long years to call it quits
Forget that boy, I'm over it
Guess I should say
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
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