Lyrics:
If not just give us 100 acres on a island
Niggas out here looting, riot and wilding
We need to come together as one and start mobbing
I done seen
'til we reach the dock, pull it right up to the spot
On a hundred acre lot, turn the key into the lock
Only then can I relax, sit back and take stock
a pack of fleas
Can I get me a freezy please
These H-Town freaks be a hundred degrees
It felt like a dream, sittin' on the lot at Dairy Queen
Very
and the rumors
Got me thinkin' of this dub
By Timex Social Club
Yo, word to my momma
I'm high off the trauma
Whitey Ford gets deeper than subway trains
wood
Before I hit the road
I'm riding high
Bitch you can miss me with yo problems I don't give a fuck
You only get one life Imma live it up
A bunch
to be awake, and drug and disease free
Knock on Wood like Terrence, day ones they call me T
Please and thanks I'll even say it if you don't
these manners
the drop top with the good crop getting good top by the bitch beside me
I’m a heart throb with a big gun rolling big woods yeah
You know I got the thing
You can shove it in their face
I can, I can, I can so
A hundred thousand disbelievers couldn't keep me on the ground
I've invented a momentum that'll
shove it in their face
I can I can I can so
A hundred thousand disbelievers couldn't keep me on the ground
I've invented a momentum that'll never slow me
I keep me a burner
Put that on gang I could never lack
N***** ain't gone come
Cause they know we ain't running and if they come
We got sticks by 100
blacks
Gift of gab
Nighas pitching bags
Do anything to keep the lights on
Hundreds of years slavery
They tell us
Let by gones be by gones
Nigha we need
understand yours,
Now can you understand my,
Misanthropy?
I did four hundred years in Hell,
Now they tryin' to give me twenty-five to life in the cell,
gladiator school as a baby
Young Leonidas
Trained by the riders
To never bow down and go hard for them dollars
Mom and Pops made me but these grimy streets
we made it to the top, yeah
Bout to cop a couple hundred baggies of the shaggy
Scooby-Dooby, pass it to me, if you Mack it better match me
If the roll
a longer day
A 15 hour private flight
Champagne, paper planes
'Cause I'm about to pop a xan'
Wake me up when we land
Nothing less than 100 racks up
[Big Daddy Kane]
The question at hand, is how do I love thee?
I count the ways but girls don't shove me
One by one you can come and caress me
and background, and in
their common engineering and
imagining, because the sound of a
field that's worked and played on
by a black family'n'em for a hundred
I'll tell ye a story that happened to me
One day as I went out to Youghal by the Sea
The sun it was bright and the day it was warm
Says I, A quiet
here
Order up a beer
And join me for awhile
Time goes by fast enough
We don't need to give it a shove
We don't need to give it a shove
Take it easy take
Chillin, bobble-head on the hood
This green is to me, what
A Vegan is to wood
Got the good
Could and should
Did and done
Havin' fun
Puff and run
Puff
How the fuck he hit the wood if he ain't puttin nun on it ?
Drive by imma leave the block with no opponents
When i slide by ima walk em down don't do
shit by myself like fuck a manger
I still don't know who the fuck that was following me in that challenger
Duck off for a few to rebuild my stamina
Came
Yeah, somebody on
Somebody hit me today and they were like
"Nah, just make sure, you know
You tell me what to do when I get there, you know?"
Shadow]
Let me tell you who I be and who I am
Shadow Stock, ready rock, that's what I'm sellin and
E pills, four hundred for fifty get you a refill
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