Lyrics:
ever ask
Look at the roof, have you ever seen stars?
Crack on the line and the line go fast
Brand new car, it's a SVR
I'm off the lean, it's
from our schools
We'll drag them screaming to the dark and smoking street
The crutch of vanity will crack
Beneath the burdens on your backs
As you
pockets bein' empty
gear skimpy, yo the peer pressure tempt me
at Thirteen had to get my by all means
sellin' to fiends, Pops up State raisin' Hell in
like dad
I love the smell of money, hash an zig-zags
look at the back of my ass, beat the sag, it's big cash
involved but
we all get caught up an sent
crack and...
First Verse:
X-Raided up in this bitch, bout to disrupt some shit,
Ain't from the pound, but I'm still down to Kurupt some shit,
Interrupt
Time goes by so fast man
(Yeah-yeah)
Ten years makin' hits for y'all
Still feels like we liftin' off
It's Lebron showin' off
Blisters or poets
JammaBeats jayMighty
JayMighty step round them, grab that skeng
Man done been all over their ends
Try come Penge, nearly got kwenged
I love MR WOT
it
Crown up by the wrist and I'ma live it
Get up out the way if you ain't with it like
MOVE all I really see is fake bosses
They ain't got hands, can't
will lose
I see a party balloon
And I ain't been invited
Hey, look at that moon
There ain't nothing like it
All grey and gold
Down on Jubilee Road
mothers used to do
They each wear a bolster beneath the petticoat
And leave the rest to providence and Paddy McGinty's goat
Mrs Burke to her daughter
(Uh)
I feel like girls on me locked in a sleeper (Look)
Man's got bars for days, bars for hours (Yeah)
Girls get my bed all wet after showers (Uh)
I
flavour on brothers
She can?t find Mr. Right
No no no no no
But she sure knows how to choose him right
She?s got the craft to make him spot on
Her
onslaught of nerves
a bustle, a pound
my body found the ground
slowly surrounded by a society now spying me
Shall we try diplomacy?
My future looks
keep changing our lives stop, look and listen
It's destiny calling you (when destiny's calling you)
Looking back remissing changes long gone by
In the lonely streets of every town
In the home of Mr. Jones
The men all sell their souls to love
But their women sleep alone
The women sell their
spittin' looks more like unvoluntary droolin'
Say I'm stupid for entertain rumors
But I heard you give your favorite producer
head in trade for his creative
well-lit door
Mr. Beerbelly Beerbelly
Get these mutts away from me
You know I don't find this stuff amusing anymore
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be
well-lit door
Mr. Beerbelly, Beerbelly
Get these mutts away from me
You know I don't find this stuff amusing anymore"
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can
come from yard not Accra
Still I flex with my affs, flex with my yardies back of the dance with my chales & my charges everybody happy n winning so were
gone big blow!
Wanna beef, motherfucker?!
Ain no problem with that!
I barely hit you in ya chest
Made it come out ya back!
And while you put yo look
Sally
By the seashores, I sold shells to the catties (who did it?)
Me and akh done it twice, we're pending on a triple (verb)
Xrp, we're tryna let
Still, but that's on me
I still look out for the fleas
Feel like I've got something missing
Who got my back when I lean?
I did them dastardly deeds when
I
x2]
Back to '83, the era of the Treacherous Three
When the Cold Crush, bumrushed the Force MD's
Now the pussy is free, but the crack cost money, oh
niggas bang, bang-bang
Now I'm back up on the block, rap shit locked
Pocket full of money, no crack in my socks
Shouts to the homies in jail with no
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