Lyrics:
an invisible man
Now I've got one groupie
And about three fans
And I found that shell and sabotaged my plans
Buried my nose and dug with my hands
Dirt loads
(D-Diego) (ayy)
(Go Grizz)
I'm poppin', man (yeah)
(Mally-Mall)
Money be dripping like water
Tap in, I want it, I get it (gang, gang)
I got
the day, it was a lot of drama goin' on
(But she'd always find a way to deal with it)
Never knew if she would make it through
Occupation, situation got you
and still piece of art
No frat boys, no skinny jeans
I'm more like the Fat Boys and Heavy D
In '86 spitting free in the park
I've been patiently waiting
you see us, me and Mack One-o?
To hell where some go, a don that's velcro
We bail and bomb while some fail to turn pro
So act like you know, hey hoe,
makes you want to stop.
But? (I know you, and you know me)
C.B.M.C. Given to me by Chuck D.
That's deep as I look at all the videos.
Wack stage
Playin' games again I can feel the apprehension
For every word that leaves your mouth
Is swallowed by the tension
And if indeed it helps at all
I
It used to be, we would be the best of all friends
It turned to be L O V E and I was your man
So you was my lady-friend, we spent time
I found a way
how P.O.'s get fucked up
When your mans hook you up with a bitch
Over the phone and when you see her she ugly as shit (goddamn)
Now at the end
Back again, Shell the mellow fellow
Droppin' bass like a cello, shakin' like Jell-o
I wear and tear a sucka from here to there
Put my rhymes in
Dice
Intro:
Even tho I stay high, keep the business on the low,
I can feel the eyes on me everywhere I go,
Hot like I’m on fire I come by you see
dick's at attention, amazed by the tingle
Thinkin about the ho, so I gave one a jingle...THEN
Threw a fuckin brew down my neck
St., crooked letter, D
The demon in me wants to
Go back to a mobsta
And put this music shit on stand by
To make a man die
How do I cope with this
I focus on the grand prize
knocked off like fake name brand
M-O-B I'm a made man and
Niggas think I'm tripping
But shit is like this
I think you need your brain scanned
They say that
this one Youw wey
Steppin out die place d o dalin na me waist
Jazz we approve in a dance na die place
Now we all go jam in a plot clot race
Now we see
the man
I am a Blackman
I am speaking
Gullah from the gut and gutter cause Gran D Coota be be Geechie
I be speechifying to reach the dying
Plying
My name is Juanano de Castro
My father was a Spanish Grandee
But I won my wife in a card game
To hell with those lords o'er the sea
Well
My name is Juanano de Castro
My father was a Spanish Grandee
But I won my wife in a card game
To hell with those lords o'er the sea
Well
Now I'm telling these niggas "Don't step on my shoes"
I'm Jay to the H to the double O D, I got demons in me and I'm stepping on booth
Had to drop out
Blacked out, bugged out, bitch, I'm D-Grady
Niggas out here switchin' for them bands
Yeah, I understand, nigga, you a man
You understand when I pop out
breeze
be you-D-D-H-A M-O-N-K, representer on the Brooklyn Zu thing
What's next? Brooklyn brawler, run for the border
And shit gets worse, once I drink
until we see you vatos drop
Busting off shots, running from the cops
We don't plan to stop until we see you vatos drop
[Royal T]
Homey uno D, by three
got me in an oriental mess
I tell for, a bird so bad, that hong kong whore
Took all... I had
Flat broke... I was in a fix, by a bit o' skirt with
out of high school several years ago
For kicking over port-o-cans at the 4-H rodeo
Since they done the little dance right outside the law
Popped
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