Lyrics:
and what's right
He sees an eight by ten of two great kids and him and his wife
And he calls it a night
Everywhere you go you see the faces of reality
[Snoop Dogg]
Nigga you need to stop snitchin!
All that yip-yappin and jaw-jackin
Nigga if you scared, go to church
You knew the job was
I'm rented by the hour
And if you can't afford to pay
You gotta keep me bothered, you gotta keep me awake
You don't have to look me in the eye
You
At The Atrium
Its all Hell I'm Still Makin Plays
Right By The Stadium
We Look Like A Gymnasium
Your Boys Might Be Just Takin 'Em
Women Take A Look At Me
Recognize
time
Sparkle and Shine (x3)
Tonight (x3)
You're rejection's intoxicating.
My high is incomplete.
Kill the pain, plug the hole, stop the music,
You
prone to static
Come through the jam and wreck the mic by force of habit
Tantalizin' make you feel good like cryin'
I can't be dissed so you can stop
survive without my radio
Terrorising my neighbours with the heavy bass
I keep the suckas in fear by the look on my face
My radio's bad from the Boulevard
got that shit)
These motherfuckers still talking? Fuck 'em!
That's why they bring X and the guillotine out
To stop these bitches niggas from runnin'
I have the chance, I'll say in the rhyme,
We have to stop the killin' sometime (soon)
[Chorus x 2]
or to soak in
But to have an impact on direction that they go in
Grounded by the roots, hooked to the soil
Recognize the rumble that we're in, yeah, it's
Juvenile:
Look... Uh..
Cash Money nigga, Juvenile nigga,
Put a limit to the bullshit and give me some space.
Nigga recognize a G in me when I'm in
won't stop no matter what they say
And I'm still fucking with Dr dre
It's Aftermath
So nigga stay the fuck out my way
I'm telling you, cuz
Man, look
within'
We was pullin' up on they block tryna get two for ten
Shooter clan, we Hell Gang, and fuck the newer clan
Pebble Beach, four Glock, free Tooka
do life
I advise you to stop; yo' money don't buy you stripes
Only thing that money brings is fake niggaz and problems
Followed by niggaz who hate fake
it (stop)know you appalled dotted
But this my call by the force prophet, all profit all profit)
Harlem hustler (yep), I can't at all knock it (nope)
Look how ya dressed
Looking in the mirror
Don't recognize the face
Where did I go to?
When I got replaced
Bite of the old me
I just wanna taste
All
want the world to recognize)
A teenage thug (he's a man now, fuck his size)
A teenage thug (can't stop him, they on the rise)
A teenage thug (the
might pop a x so i wont land
I dont really fuk wit niggas like i am the ku klux clan
It get trenches in that jam yhu betta figure out a plan
Fr
inside is lost
Shake it off and move on
There's a bright new day that we look upon
Honey bees recognize its spring
Yeah, they're headed in our direction
unrelated note, I farted
Putting out fires, we are the fire department
JFK did not die, his head just did that
I went to New York City, and I got attacked by
Would you ride for me?
Would you ride for me?
You lyin' if you want to ride for me
I mean all out, not just to fuck
I mean all that shit
Look, I
the dose, yeah, yeah
Fly so high I can't see you
Pass me by, Am I see-through?
No you don't recognize me anymore
You trippin' this is not a game
Bring
one baby this time it ain't my problem shawty
I can't smell ya
Take him by my momma house girl she'll tell ya
Dat baby don't look like me x9
"she's
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
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