Lyrics:
Conan
Money bulgin' out my pockets, I peel with both hands
Inter-national dopeman, known as a D-Boy
If ya need me nigga, know you can call on the decoy
life, o.d, relevant drugs
Herione buzz, my team some intelligent thugs
y'all fear emotion, my crew pack the dance floor
Like dance more me and my man's
motha uh
Yo it's the Rhythm Blunt
Yo its like extra P cause I'm looking at the front
But if you move it all, kid your gonna fall
You'll be Ready to Die,
Father is a V.I.P
He thinks he's always right
Your mother watches her TV
Won't talk to you all night
Couldn't help sitting up so high
He's got
to scheme
I can tell, what the hell
Call my nigga Shah on the cell
Ya Shah?
[M] Petey?
[Y] Yo they tryin to get the nigga
[M] Where you at?
[Y] Up in L.I.P
swing
Breakbeats and backspins, an old pad and a pen
These are broke mans poems, from begining to end
The P-are-O with the soul, so let the record play
And only recoup to pay back what you sold
Over budget your video, got pimped like a hoe
My niggas move slo-mo like robotic clones
I'd rather be alive
been born, it's tattered and torn
Think it over...
Brendan's afraid
That Sheila got laid
She crashed and she burned all the plans that he'd made
Now
see more is all you need
Dedicated to how I'm killin you!
You're unhealthy you're a felon P.O. checks your bladder
You're an addict; if you beat me I'll
A - B - C - D - E - F - G
H - I - J - K - L - M - N - O - P
Q - R - S - T - U - V
W - X - Y and Z
Now I know my ABC's
Next time won't you sing
and I'm gone off that dope
Leaning on the drank, so what you think
I got my hand on my Glock, plus I got my shank
[Hook - 2x]
[Mike D]
I swang on dots,
live
Taking a motherfucking ride, to the T-O-P
Now everybody in the place, body rock with me
Now see the party ain't over, cause this shit don't stop
FREDDY:
"I thought I'd seen it all
I thought I knew the score
But coming here I've found a world
I've never seen before
Now I know where I belong
a shell
of a man Just skin and bones
I had a little sister who could drink up a storm If the liquor
didn't kill her she'd be twenty-one The good times, bad
actions
(B) Bumping bass while I'm busting breaking backs blasting
I'm(C) Catching cats crashing, creating creations and clashing
(D) Doing a double dose
Blah, blah, blah, blah about the weather and all
Because I'd love to stand here
Another year, winter, spring, summer, fall
Into pieces it pleases the eye
good
Where you from?
Coming straight from Medina to
The Brotherly City who you with?
Jazzy Jeff, P-Smoovah myself and me
Get it? Got it good
Flip flavas
Je crois en la résurrection
Comme notre ami Alain Souchon
Je l'imagine en superbe étalon
Johnny en loup au regard d'or
Sardou en splendide
Ark
A rapper so ill
My flow just stole Jehovah's heart
My fist'll break a fucking boulder in half
When I was young, i'd smack a stick off of
Your
the simplest terms that suffice
Before I pass the mic, I'd like to share some advice
All you protect yourself from feeling
Will fuck with your sense of being
Where they lay stucco
If I was you I'd pray, bucko
You could be the first motherfucker that I
Cut and the vein cut slow
Speaking of the cut though
Rawer
That if I were clever and able
They'd make me a part of a partnership
Cable, Cable
And Cable
How far away?
Philadelphia P.A
Princeton N.J.
How
Ma mère, voici le temps venu
D'aller prier pour mon salut
Mathilde est revenue
Bougnat, tu peux garder ton vin
Ce soir, je boirai mon chagrin
En revenant de bon matin
De chez le boulanger chercher mon p1ain
Je tombe sur Mia, une amie qui me dit:
"Tu as l'air en paix avec toi même
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