Lyrics:
are for you are thirty one
Three to one, three in one, three times one, three divided by one
For all I see in you are three perfections
That make
3 steps back
cnother 2 steps forward again
Now, I'm back where I came from
Came from, yeah yeah
Line up the next one. Cuz I'm not sure
If she's for
Always a pot to stir, no point in bein inert, it's time to be alert, so don't revert
Back to the black, put your foot down and attack what ain't servin'
Stop by the block, and I sold me a block (serve)
I poured a drop, I was sittin' in the drop (drank)
Back in the day, blew the bag on a thot
Now we
Then bring it right back like there's no point to hide
I'm a dirty mother fucker with a pocket full of crushed dreams
Said you ran out I can be your new
around so different for the both of us
There ain't point at all but I'm still sitting thinking here like
Mai kyun baitha yaha Peeta gam me sari raat jaane
To Getaway Because Were Here to Stay
My Getaways the Boat
Pier 39 By The West Side Highway
My Skin Is On Point
I'M More Easier Out
Police on My Trail
How can a non-musician discuss the future of music
From anything other than a consumer point of view?
These people make decisions for the bulk of us
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
Best come on back to Friars Point1, mama,
Hop just died here's a warning
That revenge is coming (It's coming back for)
(It's coming back for revenge)
Man I don't even know if Hip Hop is dead
Hop just died here's a warning
That revenge is coming (It's coming back for)
(It's coming back for revenge)
Man I don't even know if Hip Hop is dead
Hop just died here's a warning
That revenge is coming (It's coming back for)
(It's coming back for revenge)
Man I don't even know if Hip Hop is dead
to get by like wow
Ash trip game near nigga like ah
This is moving up for that slice and the pie
In the hood you try to turn the back so good times
Get
will squint back through a fog
Trying to see some polluted version of all I meant to be in life
Their recollections pruned by the accidents of time
descendants will squint back through a fog
Trying to see some polluted version of all I meant to be in life
Their recollections pruned by the accidents
mad 3's at my 3 point shootout
Mo money mo money in my pocket as I bounce
Straight to the bank and deposit in my account
back to the court my favorite
You can point the finger move it longitude and latitude
But anyone who’s anyone can probably point it back at you
Confidence is attitude
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
the Dominican Republic
I went from chopper, boat to boat
Back to chopper like fuck it
C.E.O's gold dig for my nugget
But my minds protected by hammers you
goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright, it's alright
Back with my Uncle Snoop
Like it's 2 Live Crew way back with my Uncle Luke
I get MIA
be bringing some of my old friends and some of my new friends
But the whole point is (Redman in the motherfuckin' building)
We gon' have us some fun
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
and anger
Stabbing devils in their chest with a rusty ship anchor
Blood and sand we command and conquer
Wasted land,
Then expand the regions undiscovered by
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