Lyrics:
we share
Special times alone (ahh)
Just don't ever change
'Cause I'm so into you
And you know it feels good , know that you're by my side (yeah)
the things you saying to me
Cos I left my condoms at home
Flow like the seven seas, you do not fuck with me
Head of the clan, yeah I’m kinda like dome
Good
before she came but
Never out five seconds late evil like the number six but
Lucky like seven it will take eight of you motherfuckers
To touch my heaven
before she came but
Never out five seconds late evil like the number six but
Lucky like seven it will take eight of you motherfuckers
To touch my heaven
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
It's been debated would you chase a check or get a ring?
You'd rather have him give you head than give you everything
I wanna do right by my woman and by
said no but I was lying
Prosecution overwhelming, we settled out of court
Now my racks long, Walmart bands kinda lookin short
Now I get on private jets
g-a-n-g makin noise
Us niggas from the Brick now wreckin shit with the (Badd Boyz)
Step to my crew, you get your dome flown and blown
I'm part
1 ounce, 2 blunts, 3 seconds
And I'm on the 4 oh 5 flying in my 6
Got a call from a 7, said she with a 9
If you add 'em up, that's more than
a shitty job, 5 days and 50 bob
And after debt collectors I got just enough to get written off
My crew the dirtiest Funkoars you heard of us
Second album
smartphone as hard as you want it
You know who I am (at 7am)
Vapers - with respect, which is none by the way
Why do you hate so much our precious ozone layer
deserve it
When I take my last breath
I'll be by your side
Mmm, yeah
And then a second later he said
you follow me yeah
Follow me into eternity
Yeah
of my best friends Derek Mangareu
"see'mon man can I be down can I be down witcha crew?"
He had one by the name of Masters of Control
I wanted to be
[Chorus]
[Erick Sermon]
Word yeah, tell em P, yo
I never seen y'all before, when I came through
With my dogs headbanging with the, Hit Squad crew
Ch-ch-ch-champ wit the punch of a verbal grenade
and a rhyme that's equipped as a barricade
Cool and clever, crack I never
Wit my crew I will never sever
Brooklyn,
left me for dead but death didn't want no sloppy seconds
I'm certified fresh
Our freedom kissed the French for their political dissent
Like I do it
4 straight
Ain't gotta look at your plate
I got two dicks for a nigga we gon donate
I got 4 bands in my left hand
And bought 5 in my pocket
Niggas
home
Sometimes our parents make mistakes that affect us until we grown
And you're a good kid that need good leadership
Let me be your mentor since
gotta keep it busy in the studio with the crew
Droppin' bombs? valley where we stand. Yo, shout out to the slums. This fire spit, I keep it in my tongue
went, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt ('phalt)
Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see
squad abortion a sound
Our crew's like Smokey off soakey
Even Little Bo Peep, your style is weak, guard your Rollie
With all the ice in it, I slash
Smoking with my crew and we lit right now
Hop in the coupe we can cruise right now
Sipping on the Jin and juice right now
Making new money and some
I'm surrounded by my friends
Random ends on some staircase
So much for a first date
I just had a show
And I asked if she could meet me after
Maybe
paper on our news shit
Think they better than me, she can't get a letter from me
On my Usher I used to let it burn in college like a second degree
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