Lyrics:
me
Girl you know I'm not free
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
Come on let me hit it again
Come on let me sing it again
Won't pretend
Can't be
heartbeat a 1, 2, 3
Oh baby girl, you did a number, a number on me
When I was 17, I tried it again
We had grown up together, and become good friends
By then
her boyfriend
3 AM at Y2, runnin' off endorphins
Start adoptin' my brothers' beefs like a orphan
I was still on roads when it's pourin' and stormin'
heartbeat a 1, 2, 3
Oh baby girl, you did a number, a number on me
When I was 17, I tried it again
We had grown up together, and become good friends
By then
where it hurts
The Big City, it don't spare no bodies
Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis
I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four
the people living in Rue Morgue were disturbed by
terrible cries which came from the 4th floor flat of miss Jacob and her dog. After
breaking open the street
waited when I wanted You
2) Dial my number
Anytime You feel like You're gonna die
Dial my number
And I'll count the seconds and the minutes, and the hours
One horn, unicornucopia,
Two, two in utopia,
Three star, verge in to infinity,
Four, four, ya... yaa hoo...
7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2
Happy people divided by 1
Leave nothing, nothing, none
You got 2 again, you got 2 again
You used to love me once and now, you
sagas, it's hood science
4 A.M. Infomercials tellin' you where to buy it
1-800-Nas&Hit, all six like a greatest hits
No, my brother, you got to cop your
moving up 3rd
Make a right down 7th Ave to 4th Street Park
Feelin' the whole ghetto vibe and set my mark
Like the first time wifey let
You taste the snatch
We're gonna move on up
Two by two
This whole world is gonna be
Brand new
Am I black black enuff for ya
Am I black black enuff for ya
Get in
other way again
But forgot that tha avenue was a dead end
I turned around, here she came
Stride for stride
Funky fat like that, bout two thirty-five
material, the time zone, I enter
It's calculated by movement, from pushed pieces
Advancements and development, once the pawn reaches
To 8th ranked, now
4 : Jim Jones]
Maybe Its Ya Attitude That Makes Me A Little Mad At You,
The Same Time The Gratitude That Make One Speck Cash On You,
Take You
Squeezed off on em paramedics tried CPR
And 3
4s of his heart the young boy coughed on em
Who Shot ya? 5th sing like Sinatra
These hollow tips we call
Em
One, two, what'cha wanna do
Three, four, cuz we're gonna give you more
Five, six, and we ain't the tricks
Seven, eight, and we got it straight
turning wheels around
I said thirty nine times that I love you
To the beauty I had found
Well its one, two, three, four
Take the elevator
turning wheels around
I said thirty nine times that I love you
To the beauty I had found
Well its one, two, three, four
Take the elevator
3rd Verse
I can see, there's no one else I would share my life with
7 years so fast, a lifetime to go so effortless
4th Verse
We hugging tight so we
Breathe
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta breathe
One and then the two
Two and then
(Three, four)
Did you ever make it back to El Dorado?
I'd call and ask, but hell if I know
If I still got your number or if you care
You moved
4th quarter, game 7
D3, Arion like Klay and Stephan
Splash Brothers, we makin' records
Breakin' records, killin' tracks like 80 seconds
It's
One, two, three, four
Here comes Santa in his sleigh
Those silver bells they sound so gay
His shiny sleigh is heaped with toys
To give to all good
.JPG/300px-2brothersonthe4thfloor_(cropped).JPG "2 Brothers on the 4th Floor")
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