Lyrics:
On the fence for target practice
Feared by masses, draw the fastest
Scars on my face to be posted on cactuses
It's cream, mental scheme, all in the green
Yeah, (yeah man) Yeah!
(cight let's do it man, c'mon) One two and ah
Can I kick it? Well ah, yes you can
Can I kick a hole in the speaker and then
in it'
They'll dismiss this as some niggas misbehavin'
But I'll never forget the driver of that blue Seville
And live for the day to bust shots in his
can't afford
And whipping Audi coupes
I went from working wit a crew
To working in the stu
If you were me you couldn't do
Half the shit I do
No I'm not
PLANES 2 SEA
Written by Jared Price, All Rights Reserved Koma Toast LLC
INTRO
Yeah Imma make it plane 2 sea
Just a lil story Bout J to the P
Yeah
instrumental beats, intercontinental we
Make moves on fake crews our instruments are heat
Those were the days of old now our instruments are speech.
Am I wrong
taught me
Lessons of anger and time
That's just the tip of the ice berg
Floatin' in my mind
Not to mention
All the jazz and instrumentals
That's essential
then you don't eat so we like neck to neck
Three stacks was so prophetic so it's hard to forget it
It take two to tango that phrase ain't by chance
On Me
BRILL feat. Keely Ferguson
(Produced by: csar)
(BRILL)
First I get one drink, maybe buy two,
Sip the third drink, fourth one's on you,
Drink
But I kept her in the bag, like rye trips in Chex Mix
I didn't want it, I left it, but ain't lost it
I live a wealthy life, but you will never see me
don't need no weapons
All it takes is just these four arms
1, 2
Better praise the crew, or we'll punish you
It's the 10 Commandments
3, 4
This'll be
out that’s power ten boys that’s facts ten thousand then by see my dick it’s time to show me what you got without calling in your head every girl dirty
over here, let's listen to Thes One (check it out)
It was me and Double K in my room in '95
Beatboxing on the mic, recording the tape live (live
unload time
In a untold crime and some hold nines
And the others hold knifes and don't live nice
Only wanna hear their own advice
And roll on by like
in sweet home Alabama
May live in Georgia but ain't from Atlanta
Such a troubled kid getting coal from Santa
Can't stay on beat even if your life is
now the nigga in with the crew.
And Now he live major house in dix hills next to Brook Shields.
With the cook and the maid shit was real.
Saved his
life, but just stay in sight
So I'm shootin' for my dreams, hit the booth and it boost my esteem
The Pro Era crew recruitin' in them fiends by the boat
what the dope dealers got
We should take their lives in return of the black babies
Babies born dead cause their mother's on crack
? baby ? profit, gee
'bout you? "
"petey sent me as your crew, so what yo gonna do? "
I landed the plane, checked in the hotel
Horny like a mafucker from the ho smell
Broke
she's mine
2 Live Crew, put the pussy in my palm
She put on a nigga and make a grown man cry
Feeling bullshit, I dont pay you no mind
But whats your sign?
No respect for the boys in blue
No red light see the pilot cruise
Live in the cabin that's the pilot crew
Look like a snack that's pilot food
The way
Intro
The number one set and sound...live! Ghetto Music. Produced by
KRS One.
Widdy bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
Widdy bye bye bye bye
ever pulled up on me, Is that my ego
Screaming in the back of the bus? My life is just a free throw
Made by Shaq, attacking other Gang Members but for
MC's aren't human 'cause they got two faces
They be chillin', willin', always time killin'
Wack rumor spillin' while Jack be still in charge
Asking
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