Lyrics:
Cheeba chebba, y'all
You're all (Cry together)
Cheeba cheeba, y'all i need (Lie together)
Ya don't stop to get by (Cry together)
Yeah yeah
Ahh
Hey, hey, hey
This one's for the breathing
Hey, hey, hey
The dying and the bleeding
Get out of my way
I may whisper but I'm screaming
I got angels
I can show you the world
Shining, shimmering, splendid
Tell me, princess, now when did you last let your heart decide?
I can open your eyes
makes him buy things for the girls
(That's what you get for being polite)
(For being polite)
Jack still sits all alone
He lives the world that is his own
everything gets neatly wrapped by the end of the show
Yeah, but this ain't Hollywood
And this sure ain't the Brady Bunch
And how this plot's gonna all pan
don't be feelin' it
Racism still alive, they just be concealin' it
But I know they don't want me in the damn club
They even make me show ID to get
can ride on some niggas for nothing at all
Even if we cool with 'em, fuck 'em let's go get 'em
LBC in this motherfucker cause
I had to show these
the facts for stacks to rap (ruthless)
And those that max, relax and let the blacks get jacks (ruthless)
I'm getting taxed, by packs and packs of angry
to shawty blue
Took it to the sporty coup (Go)
Now, I can get it for a 23
So short give me 42
And what the fuck ya gonna do (what else)
BALL! I'm all for it
"No,
I wasn't even gonna do a damned show"
Cos for me to change my words from my rhymes
Is never gonna happen cos there's no sell outs on mine
But I
on my window
So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo
Balling! Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though
No limp though, couldn't copy my style
And these are the lives you love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
You always fold just before you're found out
and fame
Everything that I dreamed of to get a start in life's game
But suddenly it happened I lost every dime
But I'm richer by far with a satisfied mind
finish, let me just say
I did not come here to show out, did not come here to impress you
Because to tell you the truth, when I leave here, I'm gone
they'll all come out missin'
You can't fuck with this here kid I ain't bitchin'
[Chorus: x12]
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
the almighty Black Jack (throw your hands up)
Mos Def, K West (throw your hands up)
Ghetto people, get this shit off your chest (throw your hands up)
North
Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
Has got me reminiscing on the good times
Uh, it's a new world, it's a new world
Yo, celebrate the new life
New ways to make money
New ways to break dummies
Forge they name and take money
think
I'm doin' this for me, so fuck the world, feed it beans
It's gassed up, if it thinks it's stoppin' me
I'ma be what I set out to be, without
the hunter gets captured by the game
I had to lay such a tender trap
Hoping you might fall into it
Love hit me like a sudden slap
One kiss and then I knew it
on the road
(So long, goodbye, good luck, au revoir baby)
(Look out people, never let me loose)
I don't need a sign to show me the way
Follow me into a flow
I'm sure you know, which way to go
I'm hittin' 'em out of the dopes
So slip on the slope, let's skip on the flow
I'm fuckin'
Yeah, it's a real sad story
Show you just how unjust this world is
Let me tell ya bout a guy named Jack
Jack B. Nimble, Jack be quick
There's
the Jack of Spades is now down with the BDP posse
If you wanna see more, just watch me man
Do what I do, throw your hands in the air
And scream it out, oh
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