Lyrics:
Standin' on a corner
Suitcase in my hand
Jack's in his car, says to Jane, who's in her vest
Me, honey, I'm in a rock n' roll band
Ridin' in
fly-by-nights stop chirpin' B
Heavyweights type work to me
For the time, in this motherfucker ain't nobody hurtin' me
What? Cut your face in like surgery
Who
fly-by-nights stop chirpin' B
Heavyweights type work to me
For the time, in this motherfucker ain't nobody hurtin' me
What? Cut your face in like surgery
Who
Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding
They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me
You can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me
I
The evening began as a positive swaret
And my abode was 4-2-0 G.
But little did I know that in the very next apartment
There'd be trouble
But my eyes have seen four dimensions
Now gather your strength for all these bad intentions
That you seem to get when you get a little older
Days
by the serpent
Wine on your lips
I'm close enough to know that that's
As fine as it gets
I'm in too deep and I'm divin' for dinner
She lets me know
the pistol pointed at her dome and how
In the fuck do you expect for me to ever be the best lil' me
That I can be, when trauma's deep inside of me
Like I.V
from the Peas
Moving high velocity, no time to freeze
(Music, please)
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
2-4-7 like the hand on the watch
here . . .
Don't you boys know any nice songs?
Well the years was rollin' by
Heavy metal 'n glitter rock
Had caught the public eye
Snotty boys
the choppa, watch ‘em ball up
Paint your face red, your all dolled up
Yeah, Young Nino n-gga,
I do it for my team Tim Tebow n-gga
I’m killing this sh-t grim
the weak-ah.
Speak when spoken to
Yeah I broke a few.
And by the way I was hoping you
Had a freak for me and a freak for you.
I make her do for us
The same
Standin' on a corner
Suitcase in my hand
Jack's in his car, says to Jane, who's in her vest
Me, honey, I'm in a rock n' roll band
Ridin' in
missing you your mom is missing you (N-n-n-n-no no no)
Your pop is missing you Dame is missing you
Damn we missing you, woo!
All we listen to is all
dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe
[Jay-Z] -- first four lines overlap the section above
Can't fuck with me
They ain't ready yet
Uh-huh
killing
You know, I'm a figure
For good clothes, I pick them
I'm surrounded by hipsters
Take us a picture
I'm up with the lion
I just call up on Victor
I was not good to go!
...
Oh!
We got married!
Two days later, we got married and everything was cool...
...for about four years
And that's when
Spurting, Spiritual, Lyrics
Like the Holy Koran
N****s get Shook Like 5-0
My 4-5 gun is next to me when we ride
Plus Survival
Money Making plans
Pistol
Shit,
We say sorry n' shit
Na Na NA
(repeat x 2)
Verse 2
They call me beast man
Streets sweep your release than
Keep heat in my seat for
absorb the mood
Positive vibe supplied by a positive crew
And negativity exist and you must acknowledge
You can be intelligent and never go to college
This one's for you and me, living out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
With my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
and thangs got my own dreams
So fly like I'm high in the sky (know what I mean)
I peep and fall back
You can't see me like cataracts
We coming for the trophy
way
If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Well, your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free
Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took
Hey turn the music up
It sound like I'm loud as fuck and the music's not
I don't like that
I am sippin' on that lean, don't bring me no bottles hoe
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