Lyrics:
when he was back in the projects
Man I did it for the longest, I was up in my room tryna harness
All these motherfuckin' thoughts on my conscience
Take
pillow seats
Parkin' bean projects where the killers be
Can't be talkin' out loud or niggas gettin' shot
Homicide, died in the line of hip hop
All my
ain't all cracked up to what they should be
Some I call wannabees, and some I call would-be's
And I'm gettin' vexed by the crap they project
They put
ain't all cracked up to what they should be
Some I call wannabees, and some I call would-be's
And I'm gettin' vexed by the crap they project
They put
so?
Hatched seeds of light supported by light seaward breezes,
And we see these orbs in a car chase of sorts,
Absorbs sweet Lorraine and her dolly
wanna do it)
She wanna stunt like Rihanna
Cut her hair, tat her body, keep it thug in her life, this why I always keep her by me (Yeah)
Every time she
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
won't ever cop this
I been manifesting through my feelings in this cockpit
Money get exhilarated for me and my projects
(Money get exhilarated for me
You got me Zay
I got you, go in
Let me talk my shit
Check, look
Uh, reporting live from the sidewalk
From the city, representing till the sky fall
like got no dough
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Spek, Lu]
in the middle of my nights I check my late night flicks
I'm up at night trying to write
on the block, you gotta check in like a baggage claim, nigga
Big dreams (big dreams)
Timbo the king (Timbo the king)
Nigga, Ye had us in Miami writin' for
its toll
Nobody's mourning during lunchtime
If life's the biggest troll
The weekend has to be the punchline
Confined to my mind
Bit what I can't chew
By
Brother told me keep yah head up
I'm just tryna keep my check up
Niggas sleep let rest em up
Ima keep applying pressure
I'm on they neck & ain't gon let up
Jamaica Winters
Check
My soul was frozen over
I had to paint this picture
Uh
Jamaica Winters
Ayo
I'm visualizing the realism of life in actuality
Trapped
whack
Stay on the pat
While I push a bubble lex
Cashing in some double checks
Collect my dividends
You feel me friend
Cruising down the avenue with
it's going down in the building, renovate
J fly past you in a ten to eight, starving artists, I eat you little niggas on a dinner date
Just gotta check
on the wire and shit, that's all
Now everybody's back in the groove, echo chamber
"Check one two, one two" that's my favorite
Strobe lights is live, Pink
And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get
Tony Wing's the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America
Who wants to kill him?
And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get
Tony Wing's the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America
Who wants to kill him?
Ninety seven to two thousand, check it! (Ha! Ha! La!)
[Wyclef]
Jericho sound
No Woman No Cry (We 'bout to set it!)
Yes! Yes! (We 'bout to set it!)
heard my wallet poppin', ooh you're clearly confused, but
Hurry up girl, I been waitin' on you
Check the time, never mind, I'm patient for you
Yeah, it's
her
And drive by the projects while a nigger hollar
I let her drive the V
She's my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me
She's my pretty
makin it happen
Bitch check it, ya heard me
see-Murder:
Nigga back in the day i used to dream about fortune and fame
Jump in the game and you
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