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spoked wheels. In spite of all this, it is obvious that the way he really gets
around is by being dangled from place to place by a union guy with a dark
had off-time, was bored wit this, I coulda made my double-LP
Just by samplin' different parts of Nautilus
Still came five on the charts with zero
I'm back in this shit, and I'm rappin'
Today, pushin' packs on the corner, countin' stacks
Everyday got the wings in the Hills, like it's Batman, okay
the calls
Who lives like a sheep in the city concrete
Never runs deep and dies from the heat
Coppers and hoods, dead man's stood
It ain't no good when
City under siege it's like I can't even breathe
I'm from the state of car thieves G, deep from the street
Plenty beef I play for keeps, arrange
feel like Maven
But I be dressed like Raven, up in the studio slavin'
Wonder how Peggy be- (wait, wait)
Wonder how Peggy be cakin'? I be Easy Bakin'
in NYC was a special
Much talked about and written about thing
From the star studded midtown
Clubs like studio 54 and the
First danceteria
pre-meditated
Absurd! I hesitated
Observe: cock and spray
Hit you from a block away
Drinking sake on a Suzuki we in Osaka Bay
Playing soccer, stupid, stay in
Check it out y'all
Ch-ch-check it out y'all
Two, two Live Crew
Two Li, two Li, two Li, two Live Crew
Fresh, fresh, fresh Kid Ice
Tre-treach Dee
her stealin' from her daddy and her mother
Sellin' rocks to the scandalous ass clockers
Ready to meet my snaps, yeah I'm cool like that
and I
I gave this hustle everything I got (thing I got)
Always kept it real from the very start (very start)
Niggas ain't thorough like I always start
Like a siren down the street
I don't know where you're coming from
You fly right by like a super spy
Going to save all our lives
But never recognised
touched her (tits)
Sucker MC's, I'm killing 'em, I'm so sick of seeing 'em
Silly (shit) when they rhyme, like that red rugby shirt worn by Gilligan
Plus
including
Racial prejudice - are influenced more
By material things like food
And economic necessities than by the
Fear and awe and bigotry
Generated by
Hey mothafucka I'm real as shit
Everything I'm talkin bout real as, real as shit
Aw yeah I'm back in this bitch
And you don't gotta like it but
daughters
But done by scratches so save that water
This jam is packed so I just figure
All we need is the house to get bigger
get darker than what I would like, but I know I'm alright
Shapes that s-
By the time you get this video, it might be too late
Now people are
not Eightball
Don't make me get stupid and leave your fucking blood on the wall
Bout' to go physco, and load this rifle
I'm from the projects where
York
And live a high life like a nigga signed with Highbridge
I flash out and take his head from off his body
I never once showed you that side, but
this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin' to fight
We can
start life from scratch, I wouldn't change shit
Same gun, same clip, same dumb bitch
All Out, Harlem World, same old clique
Same old studio
witness, don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight)
Yeah, yeah, it justifies
Nas Escobar's leavin' shit mesmerized
Mega live like
car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been
wanna die next?
Nah, he wanna live, and he loves his kids
We got this rap game on lock, like a cake rock
Gimme the key, run up in your spot
Like, you
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