Lyrics:
say Young?)
And right now I'm holding business with Santan
And I ain't talking 'bout loans or a bank scam
I'll gobble up a contract like I'm Pac-Man
glances
They tried to break the bond like Will and Jada (Jada)
And when they drop the bond, I'ma free the Wave up (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
I cop cribs by
the Remy we were doing the thing
[Chorus: x2]
Now I don't know about chu
But I would like to get wit two (ah)
Nice honeys while I'm chillin' by
thoia thoing thoing
Thoia thoia thoia thoia thoing
Now I don't know about chu
But I would like to get wit two (ah)
Nice honeys while I'm chillin' by
those flashing red lights
And now the song is ending, Judy's leaving
And I'm getting one more right at last call
Claire orders three shots, Charlie
fast
Stack a hundred bills in your right hand
Right there by the couch bag of rubber bands
Gotta get 5, double stacked that's a hundred grand
Rose
Imagine this breeze coming from the ceiling fast
Stack a hundred bills in your right hand
Right there by the couch bag of rubber bands
Gotta get 5,
the chain (Damn right)
[Scratching by RZA]
"Mister Method Man for short, Mista' Meth"
"Tical, yep"
"Hmmm"
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon!
Even if I
flesh
(Just let me look)
I've been waiting here for so long
And all this time passed me by
It hardly seems to matter now, not now
You stand there with
Emphasise lies subside
Trying everything to get by
Time alone crying life nemesis
Set a better tone check
For next developments
Sore as it gets suffer more
signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Richard Pryor say
Snatch all the honey from your honeycomb
Now the bees keep flyin' by me
I'm on that piff, that potty
That shit, smokin' like Vladi, spendin' dough from
the chain (Damn right)
[Scratching by RZA]
"Mister Method Man for short, Mista' Meth"
"Tical, yep"
"Hmmm"
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon!
Even if I
gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have fifty cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on, see how time fly?
Hate it
in his heart
KC was dead by the 3rd one
That wasn't even Judy real spot
Judy lied to get his head knocked
Judy stayed in the 7th ward
About a block
The reason you should hold ya breath; 'cause most thugs
When they breathe and shoot tecs, they aim right but shoot left
Now they flesh being swept off
(live fast)
(die young)
Livin' fast now it's all linen rags (Uh)
Hard headed but my top peelin' back
Tinted glass on my '57, nigga wit' a attitude
keep it playa mayne
Now we can both post sip, and keep it playa mayne
And we can both pull the misses, keep it playa mayne
Or we could both right
and somewhat staid
Setting suns and smoking cigarettes down by the bay
On a summer's nighttime drive
Thinking 'bout all of your past regrets
Jacob's sitting
Used to pick me up from school right after work
Now she rolling up in that Caddy like she coming to church
She's ask why I rock all this gold, 'cause
to Washington, DC,
Judy led the charge right into the head of state
Carter and Caifano sneaked out the back door
Police tried to arrest us for breaking the law
But
Yea, turn the mic up
(ATL Jacob)
Yea, yea turn the mic up
I'm makin' this money, it's drivin' me crazy
I'm fuckin' these bitches, they drivin' me
Look ma we go together like throwbacks
And airforce one's i'm a gangsta
That's why i gotta carry 4 guns
Used to be a good girl
Now you my ride-or-die
papers replaced by Bible page
Huh, cry at the wedding and hire my wife
You bridal maid
Frankie Beverly singin' my angry medley
Through a cyber maze
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