Lyrics:
if you think I'm ignorant
This doors been open/
And this little boy who once was hopeless and moping
Is coping with a broken soul and pokes in
To get
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
ding-aling
I whipped out my whopper but we wasn't at Burger King
Nuthin' more said, she grabbed it like a vice grip
And as the D.O.C. do you mind if I nibble
of a cause?
A possible reason for being so in your feelings
We gotta search for a meaning within this concerning season and leave it
All in your past so you can
permission
Why you had to do that for?
I wish Pro Tools was on record
Wish I was sitting in the booth
Doing the chorus or something
No assumptions, I know I'm
Colin Powell, general admission
You are all welcome, new Malcolm of the talcum
By any means, AK lookin' out the window screen, uh
Let's get it on, new
a talk, say she cyaan relax
Mi put her in a one taxi
An' mi carry her-go a doc
Di doc give a injection pon di spot
Jah man
Mi a go tell you how di five
I'm living in that 21st century
Doing something mean to it
Do it better than anybody you ever seen do it
Screams from the haters, got a nice ring
Funk soul jazz combined
Mixing emotions
Coasting
Chasing the breaks until they broken
You know these moments
They don't last forever
Either you do it by
Thank you for taking the time
To meet with me today, J-Doc
Um, the only concern I have is that
Normally, when I'm looking at an artist I'm wanting
the strength to crush all competition
You can't blame me for dreaming, I'm a dreamer
And if I'm coming off brash please forgive me
But, that's all I want
I
twenty miles apart
Doc is like bad weather reports by Al Rourke
If you're not from the tri-boro, story settled
I pack gaudy metal for those who act fool
simple unforgettable
Time had hold me better than gold, I sold
And in front of a group of
Soul is a new episode
So like see if you can grab
A pawn yet
to-up
So now I lay me down
But it's still Lincoln Village Killa
Chorus
(Doc)
Now you can't find not one motha fucca in they set
Ya gets no respect
like a stuck pig and it's getting on the floor
They lay him on the billiards and call for the doc by name
It's a shame they had to stop what was
watch all the people walking by
Outside with lives, on the street
With binoculars...
From a chair, in a room, in my house
By the window pane, with
looking for the swords, they was looking for the swords
I'm just looking at they feet, cause I'm looking for the lord
Looking in the library, looking
through you know the outcome
Critical
Condition in your physical for injurin
The officer and gentleman who stack by the benjamen
Off a beat like this
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in
and Mariel and Powell
Can't forget my grandma, God bless her soul
She kept the lights on at night in case I came back home
The prodigal son, phenomenal one
everywhere ya look dump my television
Went and put my nose up in a book, you can keep the fame
Cause my soul it is not for sale
Now they ass in trouble cause I
welcome to Compton, take you in Carson next week
Ab-Soul!
Started with a dollar and a dream and a pistol
On the corner rag hangin', slangin' crystal
I said
said "No prob, " The son said
"You're our guardian angels"
We laughed and moved the truck at an angle
We hooked the chains up and put her in drive
We had
When mountains flip over scattered explosions and sirens
In wreck mode my flows violent and opens assylums
The code of silence is broken
Soul chips hit
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