Lyrics:
the heart, homie
They just rhyme (yeah)
Check your watch, nigga, it's my time (hey)
Mind made up
I was on my grind (that's right)
So pay attention, yeah,
something
Do something
Scream something
AIGHHHTT
Cruelsome
Gruesome
Hoodlums
I...
V-I-C-T-O-R-Y
[Chorus]
I'm still climbin'
Niggaz be rhyming
Missed the bus on purpose so I could walk that day
Tuesday's Gone and Simple Man Play on in my mind
Sweet Home Alabama, Curtis Loew and One More Time
to keep in mind
When you multiplying by nine
Is that it's one less than ten
You see, nine is the same as ten minus one
So you could multiply your number by
I wonder if he's still alive
Ol' Willie he gave up his wife and children
Just to satisfy your fourteen carat mind
Layin' by these railroad tracks
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
[Chorus: sample]
Some people get caught up
Some try and get rolled up
Some people... [x9]
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Ol' Dirty kickin' your ass..
ol' shit
I'ma pop a few shots, they gon' run, they gon' run opposite ways
Fall right in lap
And he gon' tear they ass up, simple as that
And I hope
real fast
First time
Nah I'm just kidding wit y'all
How y'all feelin', listen to the album 'cause it's bangin'
We have only thirty-five
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
D.E.E.P.
First, the DJ must power up the amplifiers.
To play a record, select an album and put it on the turntable.
The racer must attach five dollars
Davis - piano, Big Bill Broonzy - guitar
Willie Dixon sbass and Charles Saunders - drums
March 28, 1947
Album: Complete Recorded Works Vol 5
October 19,
It's the perfect plan
So inspired so devious yet so simple
This is what I do
Listen these niggas is tripping
These niggas been thinking we ain't
bitch scooped her up same ol' same
Fuckin in the drivers seat
While I'm switching lanes
Gettin brains Long Beach, Compton thang
Shit ain't changed thats
snake it ate our brains
Injected poison in our veins
T.V. minds hip swing grinds
Faces cracked and filled with lines
Black sun came and changed our name
your four points O's
And Benz five hundreds it all points to oh
Now you niggas 'memba me
Tell me how could you forget, back to johnny's album cover
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
(featuring Rhymefest)
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Two steps from the border line
Anything closer will kiss the nine
Think I'm out the game? You out
see that every day, just so many ghetto tears
In the ghetto)
Age 11 looking out of a ghetto building
Mom and 5 of us little ghetto children
I
quiker then a {O.G.}
Ferrari and Charli and Jody move like a {O.G.}
Ol' Wizzy and Ronnie is gettin money like a {O.G.}
V-I-T-A and PJ's a {O.G.}
All
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
Mad topics, no you can't stop it
Like how much they paid for that rocket?
People in the hood really ain't got shit
How much got spent by
unlimited warranties
Black Caesar, dating top divas
Diplomatic immunity, no time for a Visa
And just because, I'ma shoot them one by one
Got five sides
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