Lyrics:
they figured, "Oh well, we're good
Now, we're out of high school, "
Or "I got my GED
I'm good" And I don't want my
Fans to think like that
I have such
diggity) Part two of our interview leads to the music
What makes you choose it and do you abuse it?
[Sadat X]
I see moves ahead by three days, I have no
ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride
We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-mo
Get ?, burn the whole store down all by myself
the door
Are you still open
One of them yelled, as these barbarians had clearly had too much meat to drink
Yes, but only if you get what we have
Echoing her
the fuck we be
Worldwide motherfuckers out that 1 2 3
Started off as a youngster kickin' up dust
Until I slain motherfuckers who be ready to bust, give
sleep
Nigga, back before you heard of me
I was middle man into serving keys when KC was serving 3
I'm on top because I deserved to be
So simmer down
And he can still see us when we're bad.
Child 3:
He could be sitting on the table right now, but you can't see him.
Child 4:
He can't be
you heard of me
I was middle man into serving keys when KC was serving 3
I'm on top because I deserved to be
So simmer down, calm your nerves
hold me down
I'm skippin' bail and we in this bitch
Fresh out the dealership
I just came in the game
But I'm killin' shit my nigga Wale
We in
this fly
But they ain't though
Every time we ride by, we be blowing on smoke
Riding over if it's foreign then the doors up
You already know
Yeah
a symphony composed of killers and armed forces
Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses
It's goin down by the year 2 G
I'm goin be flyin through
on the bridge, three bricks, live kid
[Raekwon]
We up in the lab, two Spanish, one Arab lady
Laying on the bed, looking like a drag
Had the pillow cuffed,
down like that
We can go to this place by the railroad track
It has a room with a view, just right for two
Equipped with the accessories to get you in
on?
I'm all in, put it up on the board
Another rapper shot down from
The mouth that roared
1, 2, 3, down for the count
The result of my lyrics, oh yes
us up and throw the booklet (take us)
Started rapping then I shook it (shook it)
I hate the fame everybody keep on looking (fame)
We done sold out
you're worn out
Living life on a tight rope, but the trickery is the tight rope
It's slippery as a ice lope
Every second somebody is falling off
So we
I'm in here
Got all you freaks lookin'
When we walk by, pussy start cookin'
Rookies start tookin'
Get your ass up, V.I.P. Section's gettin' tooken
(Yeah yeah)
Counting up my bank
She tripping out on my bank
(Okay!)
We Got London on da Track
I gots lots of haters
I spend sheets of paper
I need
to the socks
I ain't switchin' up shit, on God, but a Glock (damn)
J's at the door, they ain't even gotta knock
Shit beatin' at the door, when it jumped out
that malt liquor
I pour the beer
On the ground for niggas not around
I started off starvin'
Now they got me out here Brett Farve'n
Tryna see if I
hitting for
Pulled out a yard and said, "We betting a dove"
Tee Lee Baby, show your partner some love
Kicking back fading, put the flame to the joint
my aunt's house
Music the only way out
Cause we was in the broke down belly
Of a hungry beast
We stayed true, then we made up a crew
Shaolin gave me
had to go our own way
Sunday, that I got saved
It's a class ring
That we never bought 'cause we thought we'd win state
But it didn't turn out that
Think it's time we make arrangements
Finally wiggle out they mazes
Find me out in different places
And 'The Spook By The Door' this the infiltration
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