Lyrics:
Meet me by the golden gates
Make no mistakes
I'm independent like the United States
Be on time cos I'm never late
J U N I O R
Got plans of touring
It's Ghost, pressing y'all clowns on the regular
Dead you on a five pack, then take ya cellular
Don't get it twisted, black, cuz I'll bury ya
This is
Can We Make Love? Featuring Jermaine Holmes, Rojo Redd LaVoe & Daru Jones
Written by: Ernest Green, Christopher Jermaine Holmes, Demetrius L.
a nice house
Buy a nice car
Junior executives
Born to be a star
If you want to be in fashion
You'll have to pay
The east coast Jones
And the west coast way
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And the sky will fall if we think for ourselves
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the night time
It’s a maze, when I’m all lost up in my head
Shawty said she is waiting for when the times right
But by that time I think that I will end up
(Verse)
All these niggas got me in they conversation
Hol' up talking bout Holy Congregations
I been praying for some peace up in United Nations
Why
all my love
Love... yeah
Love... yeah
Love... yeah
Is this just an interlude
Or maybe I'm just into you
Biding all my time for my you
Counting all
[Interlude: Method Man]
Flicks... sluggy... one time
For your muthafuckin' mind
Wu-Tang Forever, this is just the next chamber, baby
(Fish filet, fish
should had
A funeral fine enough for a king
It's a ghastly joke our town was broke
And no one could give a thing
'Cept Jones an undertaker
He did mighty
could life could become by the month of august
All I know it's good for pockets good for the profits
Tell these niggas I ain't playin like a DNP
Do this
You never mix business with new friends,
All black Benz you can call me Pac Man.
Cause everybody know I gotta sack man
I got the whole hood shopping
now I condition, and work on my pivot
We in it for the long run, no, it can't all be fun
You need a favor, call one, I be here when it's our day
that. Pretty
personal. Real ruff copy. It's the only one we got. You know what I
mean? I think y'all really love the story. People are nosey and want
Yeah, yeah, uh read All About It
Ayy (You need some gas, shawty) ahem!
Pull up on ‘em, shut ‘em down
What's that sound? It's the sound of me
Smokin'
comes out by itself I'm less stressed now
Speeding through the toll gates my car looking a wreck now
Sometimes reality just forces you to calm down
Calm
considerably
I get saluted by the people
When I’m on my block
Yo I got slugs for snitches
No love for bitches
I ain’t got it all but I’m
Good with all I got
that i might leave a mark
Unfortunately you already left your mark
Would've went to war for your love like Jone of Arc
And that's just the start
You can
You know, how are you (..) what you in for? (..) stupid niggas
You know I'm sayin, it's why I do what I do
I be aight, we all be aight
We just gotta
Wassup man
Look, this for my people
You heard me my dog
Man I miss my dog
My dog know I miss him to
But I feel it man
I feel them all in my heart
Oh, yeah
Da, da, da, da, da (Bad boy)
Oh, Yeah (come on)
Jim Jones!
Now what would Diddy say if he caught you in my coupe
On the way uptown
to fuck y'all up for life, and loud hums
Celebrate the little things while you're around 'em
Can't out do what can't be out done
And wherever y'all pull
Don't move, don't flee, that's me leanin' on you
I'm leanin' on you
Y'all wonder why I act crazy, life don't phase me
For me to still be above
saying I be looking stupid
By the time they catch on, I will be moving units
Yea
Don't try to keep up with Jones's
Don't laugh at other people when they
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