Lyrics:
you gon' be"
?
In the late night!
Around my way we lamp, many styles get cramped
I clock rocks in the rain 'til my socks is damp
Ain't nothin'
Suburban life, I've been around here way too many times
Suburban life, a quiet little sheltered lie
Riding your bike through the trees, throwing
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
the Hindenburg
The contribution is clear
You add water to bone
And get the Jurassic 5 on the microphone
Now if you like the tone
And how the harmony's done
the exit, indeed
You gotta know you're thoroughly
Respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver
You got your own '96 somethin' to ride
And keep
the spotlights are shining bright
Well that's my life
Past the old playground, seems like it's rotten down
Once I ranged here and all around
If the trees
the scriptures
And graphic opponents like Picasso paint in pictures
If my eyes ain't red, it's all in my head
Once said by a Ph.D med
Legalize and I'll
it coming
Soon as I popped my first bottle I spotted my enemies tryna' do what I do
Came in with my style, so I fathered you
I kept changing
hop
Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop
Of course we don't flip flop
If you don't know me by now, I doubt you'll ever know me
I never won a GRAMMY,
their mark
And run around this world like it's Raceway Park
Crash and start, front, chased by NARC's
Five deep, smokin' four blunts, it ain't shit,
ooohhhh
Now they like nnnooo
What baby, thats how ruff ryders roll
Verse two: jadakiss
When i pop up
I lock shop up
Pull the drop up
Park a block
girl
This new style I just found baby girl found out I do it really well
Big bad baby being boojie barbie bitch
Whoa
Big bad baby bout to park it on my
Imported on the ships, with irons around the fist
Gradual to afros, black cats, and fist picks
Still creating boogies, and the styles they want
Now they try
when our side won the Cold War
Spread freedom and peace all around
Now there's folks speaking Russian in Tesco's
It's a shame the wall had to come
of v's wit' the kits, mpv's on my wrist
A lot of glamor and glit's, but shorty I don't need that
My beginnin' was a humble one, a hustler I'ma son of one
Just another walk in the park?
And the road that I've been walkin' up
From the start is my heart
And I can wear it on my
Sleeve until they rip it apart
just so crucial
Like Metamucil I kill some rhymes that I'm used to
You park so high and mighty
But I'm not mighty high Duddy smoke you out with weed
straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt
[T.I.]
I gotta couple of V's wit' the kits, MPV's on my wrist
A lot of glamour and glit's, but shawty I don't
where it's underlined
I've been turned around
I've been mystified by a true love
And that ain't the hardest part
Talkin' bout a true love
And that
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
Give it up my baby don't go don't leave it on top
See all the lovers walk hand in hand in the park
and hide all the action
once couple are frozen
once said by Black Thought that "Things Fall Apart"
Knew I shouldn't have been messin' with dude's girl from start
But I pimp from the heart, the art
Dial killa for murda once, no redial
Just see child, the O G style and how I used to be wild
This the story of Cam'ron and Zeke Giles one way road
splitting inches off a ruler
To be judged by, file pressing consider my style, metric
That means stop biting my shit
That means start writing your shit
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