Lyrics:
the deal
I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five a piece
Enough to cop a six buy the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capiche?
Finger on the trigger, but I'm a licensed owner
With no prior convictions, so law says sky's the limit
So my supplies infinite, strapped like I'm
The same ol story
CHORUS 2
You're my source of supply
My number one high
My sun in the sky
You're my summer in the air
My sense of security
This I swear
I got too many sticks I can supply me a city
In a free car with tents when it's time to go spin
And I'm sticked up, I keep me on firearm with me
Ap
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legs in the air till she touching the sky
Roll up the weed and blow smoke until I'm red in the eyes
She always look at me and say you're such a wonderful
Kafka's on the Shore and my Head's in the Treetops
Plastic in my Straws, but campaign to save the Ewoks
Dres over Biggie, Air Max over Reeboks
steppin' thowin'
His 6 in the air to Hotel
Like he wasn't tellin' his girl
It don't get no better
Like he wasn't in his hood
Talkin' about "im a hustla"
That
how we should be together
"When should we go out?", I replied 'whenever'
Told her my goals, told her all of my dreams
Told her about my album and all
it's a coup
Just pull it up, you know I come through
New album, mark the date
Piece you up and serve you on a plate
Just copped the supply crate
Balling,
jalne de (Brr)
Got what i need, get what i want
Utna supply, jitna demand
Sar ke uper tere jaise udhar
Unchi udan , jaise viman (Yaah)
Mai up in
Motherfuckers did the most, then they got they outcome
I got no words, like that new Andre album
Power level 9000, Kendrick with high power
Supply flowers, rhymes
Track: “Fire (prod. The Sargent)”
Artist: The Sargent & Bri Crisp (as Young Associates)
Album: “Summer Solcrisp: Vol. 2”
Year: 2020
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and demand; I'm The man to supply! Y'all like who came with this guy
Hell if I told you about how I'm surrounded
By potential it's essential drop everybody that
the poor
And after all you can say you saw
Cypress Hill, stompin once more
I play it by ear, I love to steer
The fifty-seven Bel Air from here to there
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She said
Went on a boat going down by the river
Plenty more supplies
Seen a lot of planes going up in the air
Do you ever get the feeling
That
can't take it back?
Sand in the hourglass (the hourglass)
Keep my name alive once the time pass by me
Sand in the hourglass (the hourglass)
Never take for
cross by and
The other day I wrote down thoughts of words made no sound the future I've found
Do you want to hear it?
The worst of those feared is
the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see
a pimp
God damn right I'ma do it like this
[Redman]
I tie up my Air Nike's prepare for the mic
Straight throwin' up the bike on Jersey Turn Pike
Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty BDP posse
This is our fourth album and we're still not takin' no shorts
Yeah, ha hah!
On the wheels
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
nigga?
By the end of the record I will have ended you niggas
These niggas hate to see him playing off the script that he wrote
They be like "Why he call
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