Lyrics:
The phone rings
Another peaceful moment is lost
Latifah's chest jingle in "Set It Off"
I press pause in the bed as a king
I let it ring 4 or 5 times
nigga, young girls with Penny figures
So many niggas, stacked upon each other
It's the black upon each other that we love so much
Wonder how many of us
Yo man, I got this def Rolex watch, man
A hundred and thousand watch, man
I sell it to you for four hundred
You got eighty?
Dig dig this, man
I got
back to ?????????????
And I said, "Hm-hm, excuse me," and she walked past
She was about 5'6", or maybe six and a half
With a body like a goddess, man,
of
the ghetto in five seconds,
four,
three,
two,
one.
[Sound of airplane or some other aircraft taking off
and flying away]
pay the rent.
Even though I ain't gave you none in the last year,
Baby we need a brand new car boo,
Six hundred, S-E-L, Mercedes four door V-12.
Oh
it in drive see that Souljah boy bucking,
Back in the other direction,
Po-po came quick then heat up,
Niggas blast at each other,
Open up they
ejecting your demo (your demo)
Stretch lamborghinis with four doors, with four floors
Followin right behind yours, basic Continental
Get out your
in each other's arms
And one night down by the river oh we finally went too far
We dreamed away that summer we had dreams to spare
The world forgot
has spent most other
Nights this year the building is
Hidden in a residential neighborhood
Behind a high
Automatic gate the room reeks of
Berry-flavored
out of prison still living
Join the other five million under state supervision
This is business, no faces just lines and statistics
From your phone,
between the endless nights.
And by the way here's my theory if punctuation. Instead if a period at the end of each
sentence there should be a tiny clock
and a dime the chili was cheap then we gotta worry about a place to sleep
Tried to get five on our rings but the man said four
Looking back on Miami sidewalks
The rap game, hip-hop 101
The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
You can't learn this shit in no history book
You ready to rap, motherfucker?
The rap game, hip-hop 101
The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
You can't learn this shit in no history book
You ready to rap, motherfucker?
to bitches even when you right here
I text 'em in the room when we layin' right next to each other
I try my best just to hug her with my fingers crossed
stealth magician
Be prepared 'cause It's now official
Redefining the genre is my primary mission
A ghost's shadow the master of stealth
Behind enemy lines I
night
Damn
Hit it
Two, three, four, five, six, seven
Flash forward, 2045
What did you stand for in the life of your pride
When faced with
to put them other chumps on the back burner
You got buns, I got Asperger's
Just let me rest my head between that set of D's
While I shred MC's like
Standing right in front of each other
Of all that both our hearts and minds will ever heed
When we finally take each other over
Soon enough
Six, five, four
wasn't based she would still be alive
But now the street is a place you could be swallowed by death
Brothas takin' each other's lives
And goin' to REST
sayin'
Our culture founded from oppression
Yet we don't have acceptance for 'em
Call each other faggots behind the keys of a message board
A word
the coaches
And I'm a always be in the hood like roaches
Flow is ferocious, dough is ferocious
Two guns by each lung with no holsters
And I control all
Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection
Dress superb admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't high
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