Lyrics:
Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad (yeah, yeah)
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad
town in Mississippi
He was drivin a big Pontiac
You know he ran up to her
You know he called her by name
Said, mama, can I help you out, I'm doin'
?
Why can't time just pass me by
Hope you can hear my cry up in heaven, oh my
Accomplishments go down the drain when I see the powder rain
Made me forget
Don't cry 'cause I made it out alive, ayy (sheesh)
Don't cry, wipe your eyes, don't cry, I made it out alive
I'ma live, never die, don't cry, I made it
systems
Pump by four Jeeps
running like a convoy roll to the club
Kind of crowded
What a scene
pulling up with Jodeci
Blasting out the fifteen
So I
able to work hard
And take criticism you also need to have
A lot of talent and be able
To write good songs i would
Advise them to start out by
Playing
tryna have a good time forget the rat race
Stay floating forever like I'm in deep space
I'm sitting in music
I'm bored off my head
Should be taking notes
still mine
You so pissed off that I moved out the hood
And words going round, I’m doing real good
It’s too late, too late, too late
Too late to cry
systems
Pump by four Jeeps
running like a convoy roll to the club
Kind of crowded
What a scene
pulling up with Jodeci
Blasting out the fifteen
So I
stiffinnnnns....
Like Im in the church and im preachin'
Lovin the way sista look and afta service we creepin'
Play my music like we was in the telly deep asleep then
won't last
We are showing that the roots run deep
And the hope won't cease 'cause everyday we believe
We will, hold on and hold out, put it together
Makes me wanna be the light
Energize, mesmerize
Helping out, I'm hereby
Bringing rhythms of the sky, battle cry
They collide, gettin' on
In the grind, got
System pumped by four Jeeps, runnin like a convoy
Roll to the park, kinda crowded, what a scene
Pullin up with Jodeci blastin out the fifteen
So I
I wonder if I died tomorrow, would you cry
Would you cry
Would you cry
I wonder if I died tomorrow, would you cry
Would you cry
Would you cry
I
know Muther fucker lawd why
Every time I look in eyes
I can see the lies and bull shit
Tell me why I cry
Tell me why I got to feel this shit so deep
music, huh
Find him in town, riding a Hyundai around
Smoking n linin up sounds
Running a show, and flying you out
For the wheel of misfortune to buy you
I like music that makes me cry
Sad music, Gypsy music, and Russian music
But I like jazz, I like
Symphonic music, I like music
Uneasy steps,
who can shine
I'm a star boy making light please just call me Doctor Light
Ain't no music major ass but fuck it major music coming out my ass
I fucked
Deep deep In Your Shallow heart
Give a stroke to your work of art
Fall asleep in your shallow parts
Now who's leader here
I followed Garvey by textbook
these niggas but I'm not gon' cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
Lookin' out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve
Jay-Z die too
Looking out for Mobb Deep
N**** when I find you
Weak muthaf***as don't deserve to breathe
How many n****s down to die for me
Yeah, yeah
What is this?
Maybach Music
I like this Maybach Music
Sweet!
And we lie together, cry together
And I swear I hope we fucking die together
a heavy bass line to make a grown man cry
When you started out
You'd have killed to hear them come and scream and shout
You might have been broke back at 21
before we go out to dinner
Oh, let's go!
Gettin' deep deep deep and then I'm gonna
Gettin' deep deep deep and then I'm gonna
Gonna beep you beep beep
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