Lyrics:
the ghetto you don't get a medal if you settle for the drama
She's a gangster and the other terminal cancer
Ask too many questions and my Smith
a hypocrite, hypocrite
But my past ain't chained to me
Praise God I'm free!
I'm attacking like a Will Smith smack and I'm gone
Leave confusion on ya faces, you
got short money it feel
Like you stuck on the ground
These hard times got a nigga
Out here stressin'
Shorty put down the books and picked
Up the Smith
and corona
Sallie Mae can cut her bread in many different ways
But who am I to say
Young nigga still in the hood so I pray for the days by the turn of a page
I DO (Ring of Gold)
Words by Eric W. Smith (ASCAP)
Music by John Beal (BMI)
Verse
As our lives come together
This true love will be
So strong
Yeah
Yo, everyday I'd watch the older dudes pitch on the corner
And smoked blunts, I'd walk by and catch a whiff from the odor
Empty Henny
do you know what that mean? (Mm-mm)
A Teflon Don to this hip-hop game, super supreme
It's like what happen can happen, but will it stop?
That won't
on yourself
And bragging nearly every time
You open your mouth
You think you're a gift to women
Success will turn your head
Well I'm sorry to inform you
That
still head back clippin,
we spin their block we hit his melon had him head back grippin,
pussy got caught by the hellies lucky death didn't grip him,
Over the Youth Lord
Mighty God Release Thy Fireeeee....
Bible say's in Isaiah 45
You said that you will level the maintain and Hill
You smith
focusing too much on the outside world I got socked in the mouth
Now I'm dribbling blood new drip, red grillz
Got cut in the gut now I got no will
Smith n'
I will learn a lesson
Always hold the Smith n Wesson
So no one will fuck up
The perfection No neglection
I see u in the section
Looking sexc With no
the light
Bright as Will Smith on netflix but you aint seeing right
May the Lord remove the scales from your eyes before you lose your life
Make better
end up like sheep
[Chorus]
Kill! Kill 'em live!
Kill! Kill 'em live!
Kill! Kill 'em live!
Mad heads confused by the isms
Bustin' caps
sheep
(*Kill!*) (*Kill Em Live!*)
*repeat x3*
Verse 2: Chuck D
Mad heads confused by the isms
Bustin caps incoginisms
Phone taps, makin sure
closed shawty
Still on the post breakin down O's shawty
[Chorus]
Smith and Wess V-V-S Mitchel and ness shawty
Never the less keep you a vest cause
shout out to Will Smith
Cause who didn't wanna be the Fresh Prince
Flat top, gold chain and some fresh kicks?
My nigga Nas told me money make the world
Reach Inside
2011 Grant Maloy Smith and Brett Geaber
I can read your mind
by the pictures that float on your face
like the clouds in a bright blue
Stepping backwards in the night,
The clocks will tick counter-round.
I feel my heart and the beating inside,
It backtracks as the ritual gives rise.
than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got
like Atlantic Starr
New Birth, Wildflower was that jamming shit by far
And Eddie Kendricks' voice will have you singing in your car
I know, I know, I
we stay strong?
Only we can save us from us
Bring about change we will show our people love
[Chorus]
My people, hold your head up
My people,
and I I'm repping
The Will I'm Smith said I Am Legend
You know that our scene be dry
If there isn't a rapper who's spitting fly
Imma Get 'em Blinded by
a vendetta
Get Saddam by any means and make man chedda
In 4 years you grow 600 million
The bush family
Oil tycoons
They're worth billions
You even pissed
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