Lyrics:
Just keep the faith cause now we rhyme with God
Plus you owe it to yourself and don't forget the kids"
That's when I opened up my eyes and new Bad Boy
Just keep the faith cause now we rhyme with God
Plus you owe it to yourself and don't forget the kids"
That's when I opened up my eyes and new Bad Boy
(DJ Clue)
The Professional
Part Two
Coming real soon!
New shit! Crime life!
Memph Bleek!
Cease!
Ja!
(Memphis Bleek)
Nigga, picture me hot,
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
little rich kid
Wanna freeze my cheese like a hot pocket in cold
Opening her walls 'til it's looking like a hall, arsenio
Foie gras with a loaf
at the store
I got a box of socks and a million mega blocks
And a polisher of rocks and a couple cuckoo clocks
And a brand new mailbox or a cd by the knox
a gloc
Keep up a banger in the pot
I be grinding round the clock
I shoulda signed with the roc
Name good on the block
Flow clean like a mop
On all ten
nigga show his ass out in public
I got the whole block bumpin
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood
Features in New Vice City new Vice City
New Vice City new Vice City
Woah Woah Woah
Dread the needle in da dome
Hopeless kids stay alone
Witness a lot
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
the sector, I wreck the microphonin'
I'm quick to pull a Tek and snap that neck and leave ya moanin'
Kid I'm zonin', it's on and I'm back up on the block
on a chick
Her mouth hold kids like a test tube
Got 20 20 vision
Something like a bird watcher
Swag strolling through your block
Like a old honda
Putting out
thirsty
Cause he bought a mansion in Patterson New Jersey
The house that was owned by Lou Castello
At the age of 25 life was so mellow
A father of 4, each
Alex up the street called, said he saw a bobcat
Keep the pets inside, notify your contacts
New Salem
Brave new voodoo
Wave a witch hammer in
got your ass man this for you
Look if you turned the pandemic into a bandemic man this for you
This album right here is for the realest niggas
what i do like past due
This album's from the heart
Sorta felt that I had to
True shit, I do the new shit
And the true school shit
Wild with the deuces
Yellow tape and white sheets
And time is going by so slowy
I plead insanity
My family my homies
Sick of swallowing rocks
To avoid them cops on the block
coming
A new year was upon us this test will blow your trumpets
Beat around the bush but the bat was the crumpet
An eat out at the market would stall all
screaming on these records that I'm rich
Calling people from my number now I block it
Cause there's nothing worse then getting haunted by a stalkin' ass
shits, at like forty-seven cops
Call me Doc D, get on my dick, you carbon copy
I just illegally downloaded the Kid Cudi album (great scott)
And got
what? What? What?)
Other tenants who be praying they ain't the new neighbor (what? Say word, word)
Mr. Nigga, Nigga-Nigga (Nigga)
They try to play him
on the block slangin amphetamines
I'm thinkin about my ghetto dreams on a triple beam
Ain't no, turnin back I'm way too deep
I got prices on my head by niggaz
a timeshare somewhere
Rock bum wear, beach chair, write a book each year
You can write yourself out of your blessings
Wreck your Lambo the first day just by
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