Lyrics:
It's not the way you lead me by the hand into the bedroom
It's not the way you throw your clothes upon the bathroom floor
Been thinking about ya,
remember, I'm not your enemy
I don't deserve to fall this way, by a man who felt betrayed
I felt so down now you're around to rescue me
Every note
prob'ly rip your pants off
If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody
It prob'ly'll smell like cologne made out of bits of panther
They call me
niggas called me they brother the season start
And I don't wanna see you end up with nothing
Y'all throw the word, "Family" around too much in discussion
It's not the way you lead me by the hand into the bedroom
It's not the way you throw your clothes upon the bathroom floor
Been thinking about ya,
That's when Rae ran out of the back
Towel on, soap on his arms, spit duke around, fell on my lap
Yo, what the fuck happened?
It was a set up to get wet
dumpin niggas like Stackhouse
They call me see-murder I'm a member of that TRU click
You run up wrong boy you might get your wig split
I'm known in
It's not the way you lead me by the hand into the bedroom
It's not the way you throw your clothes upon the bathroom floor
Been thinking about ya,
It's not the way you lead me by the hand into the bedroom
It's not the way you throw your clothes upon the bathroom floor
Been thinking about ya,
the cops pack blackjacks
Word is bond, the quiet storm broke your arm
When I sound off from here all the way to Hong Kong
Drop pound for pound
(If you look in the sky and you don't see your dream)
(Man don't feel defeated, 'cause trust me you can build it)
Now hear the words that I flow
(If you look in the sky and you don't see your dream)
(Man don't feel defeated, 'cause trust me you can build it)
Now hear the words that I flow
Chopper sing if you switch up
Knock him out quick in the split of a hiccup
Loso my nigga he stay with the stick up
Stay where you from if you
Been throw
screaming:Yo, that's Lateef! Moron!
That boy Slim on the tune
Rally round it if you're strong
Throw your arms to the moon, c'mon
Anybody lost looking to get
Kiss me mother kiss your darlin'
Lay my head upon your breast
Throw your loving arms around me
I am weary let me rest
Seems the light is
rather fuck off the juice
I'd rather fuck on your cousin
Bitch, you said you gon' fuck who?
You heard me, nigga, it's nothing (alright)
You know
it's just the way my pops taught me
When you throw the drop check em thoroughly
The bastard might spin around and try to bury me
And dead niggaz
and talks big
With midget arms and creamy white fillin' in the middle
That'll do anything to throw dirt on my name
If it means walkin' the whole
Commence when I throw these darts at these rappers
Ricochet, hit the charts, bloody your matress
Hold me down, Wu bloodkin, I'm goin in
Shootin bullets
Damn, turn me up a little bit
God damn, Cannon
He ain't fuckin' around, boy, yeah
Here we go (let's go)
Chopper, hold them fifties by the door
her feet
Glock in my right palm got my
Strong arm steady like kwali
Make it hard for you to get
By the silencer is so serene
Sound like a california
But you control my centre
I wish we'd put it right
You had your arm bitten off
All by yourself, if you're around
At the wrong time
At the wrong
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
And have you shittin' socks, bitch (bitch)
P Rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot grits (hot grits, no one)
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