Lyrics:
apache Queensbridge corner athlete
at 6-1 170 plus
Hennyed up walk around like I could never be touched
the whole clique be heavily truck
peep the style
it's vietnam in the trenches
Just keep my seat warm on the benches
I run with wild puerto ricans that hit L's
And study classical verses by *Big L*
a pimple
Yo', my job is done l'm outer here because Ya lifted
Smoked out lyrics by a brother who's gifted
opened up it resembles a weapons show
Wrap sheet in black heat for murder and death
The pistol on me that I rock it ain't by Mitchell and Ness
I be
[Verse 3]
Excuse me shawty, but I been watchin' you now for a while
Yo whole style, from yo toes to the way that you smile
And I hope you ain't offended by
PURPLE NOON
I sheds tears for my lost
Ones the dearly departed lion hearted
In the jungle from the city rumble
Ion heated black beaded
Jesus
Never
(Noooo)
(She's not going out with anyone)
Oh wow
Oh you wild
I only move in my own isle
She like to copy me she like my style
She wanna be like me
Oooooooh
Black and orange stray cat sittin' on a fence
Ain't got enough dough to pay the rent
I'm flat broke but I don't care
I strut right by
"And for centuries they have been
Surrounded by secrecy and rumor
But tonight Action News has a
Rare look inside their village"
Tomb is open slap
towels
My dick scrapes the ground
Like trucks with snowplows
I only like riding in pussy with low miles
Only like diving in pussy with no styles
Libraries where lives buried
Already lost the trail (Facts)
Pardon my shine
I see these visions in parts of my mind
(I see) all by design
We livin' life in
Up in this remix
Up in this remix
Today it’s all about cash and cheques empowering blacks
Having sex with ten chicks all feeling celebrity dicks
Up in this remix
Up in this remix
Today it’s all about cash and cheques empowering blacks
And having sex with ten chicks
All feeling celebrity dicks
person on my block was either servin' or were on it
We then go by our own rules that we made up ourselves
And heaven never existed 'cause we came up in
Drank a pint of beer
My grief and tears to smother.
Then off to reap the corn
and leave where I was born,
Cut a stout black-thorn to banish ghosts
life
And being brought up by a japanese father
In a japanese style
So mek mi tell unno this one time
Mi a drop a Ninjah rhyme pon dem right now watcha
d'even care cah me a floss, yeah
Can't see cah my eyes cast, yeah
Frass no fuck when me a walk, yeah
My style dem cyaan' stand it, Louis V with
chest, nappy chin
Never seen with a happy grin
Show the fat foul cause I'm down
Take a look around
and all you see is big black boots steppin
Use my
Rock you tonight
Oooh...that's by myself!
Step up, my jått!
Respect...in every aspect
Oooo...power!
C'mon now!
Mom told me not to play with my thong
Just got an expensive pack (yeahh)
Black Locs with the golden rims to match
(yeahh)
Nice style, yeah the Fresh Prince is back
(yeahh)
2 wings
[Hook: repeat 4X]
We got big bank, big rank
walkin through the club like my shit don't stank
[Verse One]
Remember back in the day we used
forever forgotten
P-p-p-pow tongue black eyes red cause we walk with the dead
And if we hit your probly pissed we take a piece of your head
P-p-p-pow my
know
We still live in Cali
Gotta style cultural
We was
Known from the 60's
From panthers to hippies
Now were known for
Murders pimps
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