Lyrics:
Asking me produce his music tell him not really be frank, yuh
Did you bring the ice?
Did you bring the lean, yeah?
I bought greens for us and the vegerinas
like I ain't goin' to work today
Most of your favorite rappers pussy, I know it hurt to say
My mama told me hold my brother down, 'cause she was
our house? Well how can I explain
When my little boy and girl ask me 'Daddy, what's a train?'
We climbed into the car, drove down into town
Right up
sold out
Cause down a hundred ground
Like a rapping in a dope house
Man wherever I be
The feds got me scoped out
Mother fucker let my nuts hang
Spiders crawling up your back
Crawling up and down
Up and down
Up and down
Up and down
Up and
Down
Down
Fry an egg
On the concrete
Cooking
throwin' bones and such
So let me burn this track so I can light your blunts
East Coast, West Coast, we mash up
Down south, overseas, we cash up
In your
down
Down
Neck so icy tho
Yeah I changed my prices hoes
Doing ten for a show
Somewhere up in Idaho
Hell yea bitch
They dont even know im hot
Just wait
frank Sinatra,
Niggas hesitant to do shit,
So they all end up in boxes,
Bring Real Rap back,
And fuck all that other gossip,
Play this all day,
my mind clickin'
On my Kawaski, tryna do a heel-clicker
Down and out, got me feeling suicidal
Air Force 1, they custom-made
I'ma pull up
and lay down
Slamming hard passing by the schools and the playgrounds
Everybody knows when Short's in town
Cause i keep the beats thumping hella-hard
and young again, what's left for me to do? (straight up)
Center of the universe, collecting me in time (come on)
I'm falling down upon the earth,
no news!
The thing that seems to justify
All of our fears
Is that all of this went down
In the last five years but tell me
What really happened to J
what you see in the streets
Despite what you influenced by, the life of crime has many downs
A little bit of ups, and everything you do got
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
up, so meanwhile me and Lucas getting fucked up
You can smell us coming like a faggot when he hicks up
Listening to Common's last album to get pumped up
I don't walk, I stalk, living foul like pork
Shutting down underground streets of New York
Hawk is what the niggas call me, 'cause they all be
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
[Verse 1: Frank Knight]
My grind mode trying to blow like dro smoke been up and down so yo yo
Don’t go dolo they low low in the lo lo with clips
What?
Here we are, money on my mind (now)
Here we are, place most never find (now)
Here we are, I'm not coming down (now)
Here we are, lifetime
Yeah, yeah (DJ Cyreen)
(Let the BandPlay)
PaperRoute Frank, ha
Didn't need a label came in with my own cake (okay)
Then I fucked this rapper
Let me show you my building man, it's the Carter
I'ma show y'all the ins the outs the ups the down, know what I'm talking bout
This is me, fourth solo
album, Grammys next
Fuck all y'all haters bet
Standin' on my money. I'm six three
You already know we livin' the American dream
They call me gatsby,
bendiciones
Brother agradecelas
Voy on my way como frank sinatra
Quiero ser feliz con mi cleopatra
Tirando pa lante nunca para atras
Todos esos fake estan en
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love
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