Lyrics:
Is it even worth a care
If I know you're never there
Is it even worth a try
If I know you're not
Inside the only place I want to be
Surrounded by
What I mean then
Or what I meant there
Doesn't impair
Now you're learnin' it
Keep versin' it
'til it's permanent
Like pen-pal
Got an empire
I'm
knows when to take the lead
Witness the dope rise inside bakeries
Super Clean man, scream it like you mean it
Let the beat strip down like you’ve never
featuring Mobb Deep
[Prodigy]
from Orlando to Queensboro
the Infamous Mobb
get on your job kid
word up
check it out son
it's a plane and (Superman)
I can be you Lois Lane(Superman)
There ain't nothing you can do, (I just wanna be with you)
And I hope you feel it too,
think I sprinkled when I tinkled
so, I dip in the sides there be a sweeter by the seater
cocoa powder, bubble-bath, and rubbing alcohol
for 5
Throw up my feet because my shoes too sick, I dos this
AP in the AM, by the afternoon the jewels switch
Day to day, there's so many chains, I can outdo
substitutin crack for music
I mean dope tapes
This is how we would make it. (There it is right there)
For all you playas hustlaz ballas and even
the answer's in us
That's why I spit it in my songs so sweet
Like a photo of your granny's picture
Now that you're gone, it hit us
Super hard on Thanksgiving
how hard it is
There's a lot I don't miss
About bein' myself
Just me and myself
Can't take up much of my time
Bein' stuck on this incline
I'm goin'
over the basic, super terrific
I ain't nothin' like you cap niggas (Pluto)
On a fifty-passenger, tryna take eighty bitches
If we made love in the sky,
blessings
And He always super size it
God the super hero I'm just His super sidekick
God said we His Bride
Don't go be the devil's side chick
Flesh I had
There are no limits, we don't play it by the rules.
Everything's permitted, nothing is taboo.
Use your imagination - feel free
to expose your fantasy.
There's something strange in the water at the Lost River Lake
Something you can't see, something you can't feel
Until it's too late
Sittin' by
The G.O.A.T. just ate eight acres, an eighth of that
Was just to make a path and take it straight to your favorite rapper
Oh, look, my notebook looks
knew we were bad
It didn't matter where the party was at
Mapco, the old railroad track
We'd get there slow and hope it all would last forever
me super high (super high)
Posted up and servin' junkies, been a long time
Hit the block and sell drugs (woo, woo)
That's exactly how it was
Take
eat the super bread then you are unhealthy
Their plan to take society
And contort it by controlling everything we eat
Don't close your mind
Look
at maybe
800 images a day you know
I’ve been working on clothing seriously
For the past 11 years
It’s colorless also it’s super, like
Hood and super
f- up this whole landscape of rap
The G.O.A.T. just ate eight acres, an eighth of that
Was just make a path and take it straight to your favorite
mind
On his way to parole hope it get it
Middle finger to the warden hope he get it
Ni**as wanna take it there they know he make it
Fresh shakes take
'98's fly, I don't drive no junk
No cop got a right to call me a punk
Take this ticket, go to hell and stick it
Put me on a kick but line up, times up
I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why shouldn't it be true?
I get a kick out of brew
There's only
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
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