Lyrics:
Hey, hey, do you think that you're here to stay for a pretty long while
Wait, wait, I like the way you're treating me, baby, I want you around these
while you wait til morning dawn
Let your dear mother know and let your brother be known
If they ruin this trap, no presents will be at home
Crawl up
crying out
Cry out for repentance
Get on your knees, start crying
Pray like you've never prayed before
Wave like you've never waved before
Oh He's coming,
And on the cover it says "The Lamb's Book Of Life"
~ Singing ~
Is your name in that book?
Is your name in that book?
Is your name in that book for sure?
To the high school, North Side where the players rule
I'm scopin' all the freaks, with some weave and a sexy switch
"Can I get your number?"
"I got a man"
He said please come to Boston
For the springtime
I'm stayin' here with some friends
And they've got lots of room
You can sell your paintings
Close my eyes looking for you in my dream
Day by day, night by night, breath by breath
World around me moving slowly disappear
Some day I'll wait for
get it sixty-eight for sixty-nine, yeah (woah)
Well, I'm just sayin', yeah, uh (I'm just sayin')
No, I'm not trippin', boy, go live your life, yeah
receiver just a kembo or a hoe
Take two shots of the bracc for control
Sip slow
You know I like it cold
Exercising patience as I wait for her to call
Or I'm
the wishbone be broke in my favorite crumbcake your
Mistake
Enterprise and see Indelibles the number one feel bad crew of the
Season
Just give
to 'cause I got to, put the squad on your back did the impossible
It's only logical I spit from the heart, brown paper bag who else for Joe 2 guard that
to God that cookie is tighter then Fort Knox
How long do I really gotta wait
I said
What you waiting for
Hey mommy let's get close tonight
What you
Play me something Bellamy
the sun's about to break
I'm gonna sing a melody
I made here by myself
Your smile is like a symphony
your words are like
to save your hoe
Wherever I go, stack dough
I'm looking for a nigga roll, that ain't broke
If its time to lick of shots he don't trust
Even know how
Your unfeeling heart imprisons me
Careless eyes, too blind to see
Empty words, an iron cage
Broken heart, bleeding rage
Can't wait for you and me
girl
Aye yo
Whats up
I got some rules that all big boys should live by Y’all
Talk to em Pukz
Haha, here we go
Rule number one
Make sure that your haircut
canons on the Fourth of July
We get high, y'all get by
Bitch niggaz get extorted for pie
Pass them birds or it's off wit' your life
Your mother, your
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it
I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky,
you by my side.
So don’t call again, let me be
I’ll move past you, just wait and see
Cause I’m not playing your games anymore
So lets agree,
I’ll
I have grown
Beyond your lies
Maybe if I wait here
You will return to me
But I should know better by now
You love these games
That you play with my
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
niggas tryna hold my head and work this out (tryna work this out)
Countin' numbers up in my head tryna build this house (tryna build this house)
Mama told
had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the floor
He asked me if I had enough, I told him, "Gimme some more"
If you feeling this, Then wait for the sequel
run from me
I know all of you niggas is under me
Take a stroll through your hood way too comfortably
Try to run up on me you get shot for that
Ain't
Discuss these wait for your number by 999 Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In