Lyrics:
Boy, you're shit outta luck
You're going be sleeping alone
Oh and stop telling lies
As if I'm stalking you
You know you'll be crying to my
Best friend
of the pavement, PEcCE!
("Let me be") ct the front of the line
("It was plain to see") Cause it's our time
("It's over now") in bright lights surrounded by skirts
walkin
I just try to be me, E
The only E, E.M.D.
[Kangol Kid]
Yeah boy, that's my boy E.M.D., Educated Most Definitely
But right about now Kangol is
(30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga)
Back against the wall, concrete boys up, uh
I enter the void, I be goin' up
I shamed myself tryna fuck
out the be -be -be -be -brains and put a candle in it
Maybe they run 'cause I take 'em inside
Come and meet Mother, two years ago she died
Little boys
your wifey
I've seen it all, that's why I've picked up the pen
To keep your boy from servin' life in the pen, ya heard?
Fuck the flu season, nowadays
of you, boy, everything feels so right
Well, I often think of the happy times we spent together
And I just can't wait
To tell you that I love you (to
comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by
room
Eat doughnuts and milk, listen to a pop tune
Used to be my baby-sitter, I want you for my woman
Without you girl, my life is bitter like a lemon
comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by
flossing is easy
No time to waste
O ti kpe ti mo fe jaiye
I know you want it but I'm not going to make it easy
You ought to know by now
You ought to know by
Come up and meet it
And by meet it, I mean beat it, skeet it
Leave you on the track 'til I'm heated
Never greet again
Swear I got hoes made in Cleveland
be Boy George
Well, by George, I think he's got it
The Georgia Dome will fill
On my latest project
Cause the Georges on my bills
Prove we the hottest
me (smack dab in the middle)
I wanna be (smack dab in the middle)
Ahhhhh, smack dab in the middle, boys now
So I can rock and roll to satisfy my
never'll fail
Live by the three rules you make it, or be dead, or in jail
And I ain't really got much, but I'm up on cats
And Kiss don't just spit, I
Whistle for the boys now don't be shy
Give us all a song and a reason why
Baby got the bones and a hand me down
Says her heart is black but her
what you might
As well be doing
He on the road, gonna get the
Behind them bars of them, boy
These streets a trap no coming back when you
Walk through
you bayayayayby
So I said, what you saying girl it cant be right
How can you be in love with me
We only just met tonight
So she said boy I loved
your hand or crack your head, boy we don't bar none hold up
Sharp as a razor blade, bitch don't step on my shoes
You out your mind, thinking I won't
the general Blixky from Flatbush (Blixky from Flatbush)
If you gon' be dissin' then you can't be slippin'
That's how you end up in a Backwood (end up in
nuthin' in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me boy 'cuz I ain't said shit
(Straight up, straight up, straight up gangsta wrong nigga tah fuck wit
Straight
go anywhere (anywhere) anywhere (anywhere)
Cali for the kush, cause boy I know there's plenty there
'Bout to be in music stores everywhere but not
and don't believe it be a pagan
I'll send your wife dead photos of you taken by Sagan, bitch
This that we shit hot shit, piss off custodians
Get rich
through, representin' Boot Camp Clik
In the night, who roll tight
I be that rude boy, bad boy, comin' from the ville
Step to the Boot Camp, somebody get
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