Lyrics:
girl blow three or four stacks
Gotta forever to cut the food, and damn I'm relaxed
In a real cool mood, no beef, no gats
But then real close by
And I won't be a product of my genre
My mind will always be stronger than my songs are
Never believe the bullshit that fake guys feed to ya
Always read
to you
Tell me, what can we do?
Such a forbidden love that's shared by two
This world will talk about me and you
Just say you will
I want you to be my
comin' to court too, I thought you knew
Can't even steal on a nigga, muh'fuckas will sue
In this time and age, what's a real muh'fucka to do
When I'm
And the bitches they be on it
Oh, man they be so on it
Whoa whoa
I got a fast car, Nascar
Yes two seater, stick shift
Like some turbo jets
And the bitches
All i need is sec
And You rappers like Keith but for me its no sweat
Shits like chess sacraficed my nights
Promised my fam we gone be alright
I'm more
by
Raising a toast to a child
But where will we be this time next year????…………..
A better place …
I hope …. by far
INTERLUDE x2 to fade
All rights
barbecue, for real (real)
All these days already gone by (gone by)
Man, I ain't seen your ass in a long time
Put a little gin in the punch (punch)
Grandma
I had a dream that I was will smith
But than I woke up to some real shit
Hundred thousand dollar wheels and a mansion on a hill
I'm trying to move
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
electronic beeps
Two-way pagers, Palm 7's, M-11's
Illegal weapons, mesmerized by the dope game
Smith & Wesson's, never went back for seconds
Sprung..
anything, anything
Real nigga in your presence
Money couldn't change me past or the present
Homey I'm the essence
Tote a smith and w
Eyes hella tiny in
trying to be all I can be
Ohhahhoahh, yeah
Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.
When the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin
Will I fuck em will I diss em, that's
birds and bees
Go by twos through life?s mysteries
You think it over, yes, think it over
A lonely heart grows cold and old
Think it over and think
Cookies baked (Bake cookie) me eat cookie
Or a tray or two (Bake cookie, bake cookie)
Don't stop your readin'
New places you'll be seeing
Turn the page,
Catalina and little
By little I worked
Through to the end of the script at which
Point I might have left: only by
Then those two boys from
The finance
my babies
You go against them yo chances slimmer than shady nigga
And that's some real shit
I'm willing to use this Wesson I call em will Smith
Fat
or fly
Is you real or not
We will be rich for life
Can't you trust
The other side
Is you real or not
Will you flip or fly
Go by the name
2
you always look so sad
I ain't never been that mad
Sometimes I wanna give you a slap
Will Smith I just pulled up real quick whoa
Outer space in
"Yeah cool Keith should keep it real
He should rap about space and Mars"
[Kool Keith]
Yo I'm tired of looking at everybody. Same boots
I will always be there
I'll always be there for you
I will always be there
I'll be there
I will always be there
I'll be there
I'm 'bout
right away,
you will be thrilled, because the other seat is filled
by a long-standing friend of yours.
Action!
Well, here we are face to face once
MC's
The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef
Through any contest
I'm victorious
Still keep it real, if you will and manifest
Through your skills, not by how many
(have big meetings)
Cause we comin to your town (that's right.. you game?)
(Your sicilian brothers will be in - town, will be there)
cool Keith, Big
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