Lyrics:
on the side (jeez)
This frame of my mind is too hard to come by
See I stick to the truth I don't bother with lies (nah)
I'm here with family making me proud
as publicity tool
So it's off to cell to meet the prison staff
The first thing they do they want his autograph
And I just laugh cause he suffered the wrath
thugs/
Flap Gums, Tap their Mug, Catch slugs? Bad luck/
Clap guns? I've had enough, Stack ones? Pass the buck/
Amped, Son? Examine the last punk who's
Don't you know bad boys move in silence?
He nodded in agreement
But this nigga was born on the cement ghetto to the core
And I knew he'd only settle for
[Chorus]
[Sonsee]
A'yo I'm still not a hater but the heat'll spray ya
Say hello to the bad guy, meet your creator
Your gone, locked down streets in blocks
and that's the way it is
[D.M.C.]
People in the world tryin' to make ends meet
You try to ride car train bus or feet
I said you got to work hard you
I'll get the oil and massage you deeply
I bring the Dapper Dan steeze when
Your Momma meet me
And I protect ya, double checking weekly
With
I looked back at you
I couldn’t help but to rush to the other side
Damn, your lips are soft on mine
I can not speak, am I so frightened by your
the way it is
People in the world try to make ends meet
You try to ride car, train, bus, or feet
I said you got to work hard to want to compete
It's like
feelings just won't go away
I don't know what I should do it hurts me bad but it feels good too
Don't wanna be a Casanova who dies like Romeo
To all
Come meet me in the vestibule
What you got
A cup of drink a plate of vegetables
Chilling out with the best of crews
Talking about what’s next to do
Boss
Not a day goes by
When you don’t cross my mind
All the things we do
Goddamn baby
You could’ve fooled me, said this is what you wanted
You really
think she's amazing
Have a baby by me, baby, buy you a Mercedes
Have you in the latest, I can't do no bacon
Know you heard about me, they call me
(Yung Lan on the track!)
How you doing ladies and gentlemen?
I go by the name of Blac Yougsta
I rep them three letters C-M-G
And I name this
choking and my lungs won't provide air
Then I dropped an album, they reacted to it and
Started selling out First Avenue
Now all the bad dreams I have are
get that shit moving
He said need he need what
he need it by when
its a bet, n***a meet at the chevron
My bitch in the car its a mug on her face
Live
A long life, longevity has its place (storm cloud rising)
I just want to do God's will (let's go home)
And he's allowed me to go up
Baptized by a pedophile
In a church that reeks of oak and death
My parents raised a happy child
In the house at the bottom of Emerson
Now every
the funnel,
Brain is melting like gelato,
Need a break after the hustle
I'll meet you in a moment I'm on my way
It's too bad to be tired on a friday
I won't
bad for we do not need them!
...Our....will...is...our own...
We are already in a situation that's inflamed
mainstream censors
Fuck you
his thing meets with a stranger
You gyal well cris no make her walk street alone
The Dreadatour deh 'bout lard him bad to the bone
L'm going
when I do it sound like the trap,
Competition left me in flat, I'm just hoping that you trap,
I'm just hoping you try to try me,
Get drag around by
Ruined again, what did I do?
I've been caught up and distracted by you
I held the moment in the palm of my hands and watched it crumble
I tried
waving in the crowd, go up and shake they hands
For you I would do anything, understand that
If I was tired, long day, I would never nap
If I see you down
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