Lyrics:
A couple of years back I come across a great and wasted friend of mine in the hallway of a recording studio. And while he was reciting some poetry
I know dey even got it from the giddy
Stacked in the back
Only black radio station in the city
Programmed by a sucker in a suit
Slick back hair he
and just leave
How come I couldn't just see this shit myself?
It's just me, nobody couldn't see the shit I felt
Knowing damn well she wasn't gonna be
It's all good
So I suggest you take a rest
So if you stand in my way, I'ma have to spray
Learn that if you come against me, son, you're gonna have
the watermelon queen said
Let me show you something that you ain't never seen
She grabbed me by the arm said come on let's go
She dipped down spun around
a triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a single goin gold?
Roc-A-Fella ship fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherfuckers
come
The bonnie prince had gonne home
He's never gonna come back
The bonnie prince is going home
He's never gonna come back
We'll do it
winning
Come back the next morning the rims are still spinning
Hit the does on a, this shit looks like the batmobile
32 inch rims shit I ain't even got
had in this life, I leave it to you
Aim for the sky and fly till you come back down
I had you the baton and you run, till you come back 'round
Let
and this entice them how them joke the same
So I'm gonna sing just like them to get where they at
I'll even break my by back to touch their rim if I gotta
luck it never landed (Nah)
Stuck on your block forever stranded (Yea)
I live by the 10 crack commandments
Either you earn respect or you demand it
It's
at night
Makin' myself crazy
Wrote it down and read it out
Hopin' it would save me, come on
My love, he makes me feel like nobody else
Nobody else
wadn't
Shit's hectic the bomb Vietnam rhyme Don
With the semi-auto fracture your torso to ya spine
The back cracker smack you with
My verbals
be to O.G. ? loves thee
Mama plead my family tree never helped a mother come up
Seen it was hard tryin' to bring her sons up--they dwelled on the worse
On the plane to South Central
Never get played by the monkey wrench ho
Steady mobbin' I'm just like Robin Hood
Up to no good, so many bitches on my wood
gonna hide
When the truth comes down on ya you have to decide
Where ya gonna run to where you gonna hide information
When the truth
I live by the river on the wrong side of town
Nothing much to do here but listen to the sound
Of a train I'll never catch passin' me by
Sing while I wipe down the awning
Hey y'all, good morning
I am Usnavi and you prob'ly never heard my name
Reports of my fame are greatly exaggerated
home
Ornament is good coz I don't like chrome
That's rippin'
That's rippin'
Chillin' never illin' in the place to be
Down with MIX-A-LOT
You don't know, if you don't know by now
You better tell him 'bout it
What you gonna tell him bout it?
Yeah, yeah
Ten toes to the dirt
Pencil
high
Be like by bitty bye biddy biddy byebye
Put the blunt down, here's the rundown
Riding sundown slide us out the front
Ill get you high, won't
of the covenant
These universal truths remains self-evident
R-O-C stands strong like Sphinx do (uh)
Now who gwan come test the champion sound?
Limb by limb, we
Strikin' the belly of the seed to make it vomit
Things of beings is unseen by men
in shapes and form, never been dreamed by men
The word of God, always
It's all good
So I suggest you take a rest
So if you stand in my way, I'ma have to spray
Learn that if you come against me, son, you're gonna have
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