Lyrics:
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And from that day on
I knew
He'd taken all my
Control
That boy
That rope
All that lost hope
My life
Taken
By
The hangman's son
My soul trapped
Now let me tell a story, I can tell it all
About the mountain boy who ran illegal alcohol
His daddy made the whiskey, the son, he drove the load
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
was a Stigall boy, and the boy had a hammer in his hand
John said "Son, you should've built yourself a box, 'cause you're a headed for the Promised
When I was a young boy in brooklyn
Going to public school
During recess in the concrete playground
They lined us up by twos
In alphabetical order,
and they checkin' his tag
But still the boy move with a hell of a swag
It's like the soundtrack to my life
Everyday I'm under investigation
But I will
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Go get that Carter album too when it drops
It's supposed to be June 22nd or something
I don't know, it's up to Universal
But
both took a toke
The cow got high and the boy got by
Just don't come in my face and ask me why
Cheeba Cheeba ya'll
Yeah it's that cheeba cheeba
a chart, straight up and down, man, there ain't no other
Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover
Yo, Tip, don't worry none, you know I get
all say that they're real, I know that most aren't
Boy, you think you're clever, don't ya? Girl, you think you're so smart?
Come with me to another
why I feel like I'm blessed
Don't call me cocky nigga I just wanna flex
Aye Aye
Album bumping like a dope fiend
So Tatted boys I put on for my whole
They'd wake up in the middle of the night
A father and his precious only son
Together they would huddle by the lamp
Together they would learn
I grab the beer, but not in the ride
Cause I'm not stupid I don't drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, amateur or local
My album is sellin, because
and Seven And put on those old songs
Grab his 68 sunburst Gibson and pick and sing along
All these years later I’m here and he’s gone
Boy country sure has
chick singin' "and I am tellin' you"
Up in the club
Flossin' like a Don
Album 'bout to drop so you bitches better run
Making her moan while having
all angles and sides
And they don't wanna see that you smilin' from inside
It really boils down to how you plan to survive
Love certain ones but
they know I'm nice in the game
We maintain yo brothers feel the vibe
We did the first album and it came out fly
And don't ask why you won't understand
then, right there in the middle
Rick of wood stacked by the porch
Black lab pup scratching at the door
Two little boys sayin' 'daddy's back'
Next
and they checkin' his tag
But still the boy move with a hell of a swag
It's like the soundtrack to my life
Everyday I'm under investigation
But I will
[Puff Daddy]
Oh shit (what's that man)
I don't know kid, I think it's a party going on
Oh it's the remix
Check it, yeah muthafuckas
What we about
wakes up, we'll see
If he can be a nice boy
Well... I don't know... It's gonna hurt me
More that it's gonna hurt him
Let's do it!
You push me
Shit is crazy
That's the first time I met Cole, yo shout out Cole, that's my fucking boy
Big Sean, all these homies man that I met, it was crazy, Don
of these fuckin streets
Go by da name of Plies have you heard of me?
[Verse 3:]
Corporate scared of me 'cause I ain't safe
Dey don?t know wat da fuck
heavily, and when he wakes up, if
he wakes up, we'll see if he can be a nice boy"
"Well... I don't know... It's gonna hurt me more than it's gonna hurt
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