Lyrics:
of them sirens I dont buzz
Pick a cop that bugs me amateurs
[Chorus]
[Skit]
Oh man I'm out of gas
Let me stop by this house and see if anyboody in there
can be your oyster or a set of jail doors
You've seen mine, I think it's time I see yours
I bet you that we've been scarred by the same swords
So
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
bladder boy ya pissing me off
Before you even started so what
So long see you fly by my try how else
Could I say it when you play it try boom bye bye.
goin you ain't knowin' how much money you spent
But in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and gents
Who hang around you cause you be buyin'
thirty-two
Effortless
Bad Boy shit
And we won't stop, 'cause we can't stop
B.I.G., Brooklyn, yeah
(Bad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gon' do?) Puff Daddy, New
sticking niggas like crazy glue
Blackouts happened, God forbid don't be around
The Bag Lady will murk you and let off in the next town
She struck two
believe that
Now I wonder why you and
Your crew couldn't see that
You know what I wanna hear
You know what I wanna hear!
Uh, pass me the M-I cro P-H
classed
Some be out smarted
Some be over bound by the blindin' rays
I hear the whisper in the night
Get trapped in the maze
See back in the days
When I was
Oh, Oh ladies and gentleman
You gotta see this (Oh, Oh look at the
Jellyfish)
This is exciting ladies and gentlemen
(Oh my goodnessback stroke)
I'd
and nothing less
She just want me cause i flex
I just want her for the sex
See I'm smoking gas
You know i be coasting
Dodging my old h***
They do the most
Ka$h, Ka$h don't make beats, he make
Beautiful music, one-two-one-two
My man Murs, what's up Murs?
Beautiful music
Yo, beautiful music it raised me
bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
an MC, who can't be the are-E-D
Fuck wit me, you'll get slapped up and capped up easy
By me and a tre-eight pistol, so vacate the premises
Or ask
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
(KE on the track)
No Ceilings
Okay
I got this chrome on this Bugatti
I'm strong in this Bugatti
2 V8's ain't no such thing as driving calm in
"Sak pase? N'ap boule" and rob niggas
The media be tryin' to make a nigga look bad, what's up with that?
See my flick next to Preme, Papi and Cat
your house and be like, yo
Don't you gotta man
Why you fuckin' wit' mine
See, I been through bad times
Get yo' mind off mines
You must be lonely
with a knife
You're hangin' on the Ave, chillin' with the crew
And everybody know what you've been through
Ah, with the one, two, three, three
like a c-c-comet
But I still wish for you you the best
I just wanted to to to be honest
Can I be h h-h-h-honest
Karma's gonna hit you like a c-c
as two, two live as one,
Under the bamboo tree.
And in this simple jungle way,
He wooed the maiden ev'ry day,
By singing what he had to say;
One day
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
the water with cheeses, making the money get mold (yeah)
Tryna be like gang, you better go get it in Vogue (yeah)
Put 84's on lanes, I ride by, you think it
From all of society we'll stay aloof
And live in propriety there on the roof.
Two heavenly hermits we will be in truth
When we're alone.
We'll see
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