Lyrics:
with my secret plans
Talk me down and out my head in a double bed
New releases get delayed by the blogs again
Back me up if the tourin' fails
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
coming home, but until then
Wish you were here
Wish you were here
Wish you were here
Words and music by jimmy webb
make this scrilla
Hooked up with Chris Hicks and Dru Down my nigga
Dropped this album I'm still slangin' pounds and zippers
Then dropped the first
cake
Two times for my dogs pullin' triggers
And my niggaz in the kitchen that be flippin' that weight
East coast, west coast, mid west, dirty south
Then
knew what I never
You see what I couldn't see
Purple rain in my pain told
Me cry on the beat and that led me to Lotes
I done my blackbox and since then
I
And, oh no, it's not violent when under the Christmas tree there's a look-alike gun
But, yes, of course it's violent to have an album like KRS-One
By
roarin'
Flyin' through the city with the pedal to the floor then
I put them 26 inches on the curb, tell the hood I'm back
Give me a corner, let me serve
Held onto my angst for so long
Anxiety was peaking so I made this damn song
The albums almost done
I'm lying just the writing faze
I wrote like three
Yo DRE turn this chronic up
Make them twist finger up
Pour that henny in they cup
Yo DRE turn this chronic up
Make then Throw they rags up
Make them
understand
That one rapper stepped and left
And then ya bend him
That shit ain't right but peep game
These brothers got somethin' to
Prove so I'ma exchange
It is not about lyrics anymore
It's about a hot beat and a catchy hook
If we gotta dumb down our style and A-B-C it
Then so be it, 'cause nowadays
Lord forgive me
Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand
Then jump back in that mini van, double back to his block and blam I
on his
old album cover he was a she thang
so Nigga please, Nigga please don't step to deez
motherfuckin' Real G's
Yo Dre, what's up? *bang*
Yo Dre, what's
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
in hopes to one day receive it back, in by doing so, I've created this album with one goal in mind, to help those who are struggling to find hope they
You should watch your mouth lil homie or I'll get you hit
If you don’t wanna hear my story, then just plug your ears
Late at night, took a life, left
the message you on cc now
I make you albums sound like EPs now
I get better by the hour
Pussy comes with the power
Got yo bitch in the corner sending signals
and let her know how me we love her, it's real
The industry was beating her up
Then them demons started eating her up
She needed a savior that would
left home
On the streets of New York, now I'm free
But with freedom comes big responsibility
I used to walk around driven by the force
I remember how
tryin' to freeload
I'm about to conquer
Then dethrone
Become the head honcho
Supremo, capo, Nino
Brown
Surrounded by my partners and amigos
Dollar Sign,
Beats being me
Rich by 24 now bests being me
Nigga I was just broke now
"When my Album drop bitches gone by it for the picture
And niggas gone buy it
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
Man I think we got a real one here
Ali’s been in album mode, when he lets the album go he’ll have an ill one year
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