Lyrics:
nice clothes i ball like Sean Kemp
Poppin' bottles in the Vip
I feel like a pimp at
Long Johns eatin' my shrimp
Surrounded by bad bitches
I thank god for
Kinged on the bal-cony than Abernathy
John Kennedy in the lap of Jackie
I pen a sentence, spin English, make my critics skittish
Board a plane in
went by his house today
He met me at the door
With his sisters, brothers, and big bad John, and the dog named bo
Get Out of here wit you, and don't you
Consequence
Once for the Tribe
Talkin' 'bout my man GLC and now he's around
Talkin' 'bout John Legend
Take 'em all the way to Heaven
Speakin' of Heaven
Common
clowned down
John, Jane Doe, lost and found
Everybody know this young player's about his business
Riches, chickens I pimp, but lickeness
My L.I.P.I
pushing the Range, cruising '96 and
Bumping Illmatic, mapping motions with my brother, Eric
I thought I told you that the text is esoteric
Only built for
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
letter for you
Wrote this letter for you
Too much pain in a conversation to speak to my dad
Know it’s some things that I should leave in the past but they
here we are
United just for you
Our flat-top cuts are new
Because were on the move
Mister cee cuts and scratches scoob lover, my brother
The mic
We sold our sons and we sold our daughters
Pretty soon we'll sell our brothers
We took the gold, but the gold was water
I tried to save the world,
Me and my crew in a little tour show
Learned to flip the door with the money we've got.
The blocks stay hot getting knocked it's on
Till one by
To whom it may concern
[Chorus]
Why you ain't call me?
You know I'm the hardest, you know that my art is applauded
Why you ain't call me?
I'm
like I ain't goin' to work today
Most of your favorite rappers pussy, I know it hurt to say
My mama told me hold my brother down, 'cause she was
your initials
I initially was gonna bury you next to my brother, but fu- it
Since you're love with your city so much
I figured, what the fu-, the best
And I don't think I broke any laws
I'm writing a letter to ol' Santa Claus
We could sure use a thing or two
Brother grew right out of his shoes
weight up with my hate and pay 'em back when I'm bigger
And still thuggin in this jail cell, missin' my block
Hearin brothers screamin' all night,
I don't bet
I don't be in no casino, and baby while you knizzow
The izzi is the grizzeat Kizzangizzo."
I thought she'd be impress by my devious rap
to Tobacco Road
Wear my colors, call my brothers
For my country I'll go
Down on Hell's half acre (again)
Shakin' with fever (again)
Rumble in the jungle
From the bedroom
You've tainted my fathers eyes.
A night for my brother
He was just a lonely child
I was chased back to sleep by your naked fists
This is the last time
I know I'm 'bout to drive you crazy
Last time but I gotta see my baby
I know I swore that I'd never break your heart no more
the fuck up
Are you my friend?
Hell no, you're a racist
You say you got one black friend, so you're in
Sorry homie, no win
Check the facts
Mexicans
I was standing by a jail this morning
when I heard a hard lark brother moan,
"I'm in here right where I don't belong.
I never done no wrong."
I
(Oh)
Don't say nothing, don't say nothing
Oooooo-Hush
Don't say nothing (My hand to my brother)
Oooooo-Hush (Hand to my sister)
Don't say nothing
got my son looking at me What happened to Daddy?
My soul feeling complexed Can't explain it
Peep the picture that I'm painting Barry going through some
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