Lyrics:
alright, with or without you
The next day I'll be calling trying to get you on the phone,
Hook-up with you
Boy I, I thank you for being so patient (so
to keep the D up inside 'em now
So many girls off up in the mall boy a nigga be in the club (oh!)
Soon as one of them walk by me and I be like, "Yo whats
be in de next room drinkin' jack daniels 'n puttin' de hurts on some ignint bell-boy.
'ventchlly when all de plookin' 'n trashin' be done wif, de
Hey there boy did ya happen to know
Wherever you go I'll follow
Ooh babe, you're like a cool breeze
On a summer day
When you're near me
I don't
supper
Tupperware in the cupboard, plasticware up the
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the f- is that?
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass
Maybe
the gold faucets
Be cautious, well known to take the weak hostage
U.S Marshalls on the way and they cut open the gates
Know we going to trial by the look
doors
Suits to be served for the drug lords
Clubs full of haters, tips for the waiters
Body count, AK-47s made us
Bal Harbor shops, ninety in a knot
the right pair
But shit be gettin' worser by the second, I'm guessin'
Put a smile up on my face 'cause life is all 'bout perception
Tell my niggas that I'm
We’re so furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you
you'll be a go-getter
Now the way that you shake my hand
Will tell me how I stand
Now isn't it better to go through life with a smile and a song
Then
I have to call you up. Think I've seen a vision of rhythm in gold.
No cat could ever move that way. No puss would dare to be so bold.
Must tell
watch was slow
He looked at the fireman
The fire and said
Boy were gonna reach Bristol
But well all be dead
Casey pulled up
That Reno hill
He blew
And no one was watching
My oldest friends are a serious habit
Fly boy blue, so bring your faces home
To my sweet trampoline
And acres of crash site
nigga
Put me on my feet since a lil' nigga
Let my dawg drink too much huh
Might be gone, but he still wit' me
Bun B my G, my OG
RIP Big Pokey (Smoke
And no one was watching
My oldest friends are a serious habit
Fly boy blue, so bring your faces home
To my sweet trampoline
And acres of crash site
this poor boy's heart
By the look in his eyes he ain't cried in
years
And he's reatining a five gallon tear
Doc wrote a prescription to induce
alright, we'll be alright
We could be so strong
We'll be alright, we'll be alright
We could be so strong
We'll be alright, we'll be alright
Caught me by
by the CIA or the industry
Know where black hands be on black Glocks
No back stabs or sad plots, we let them rot
1-800-Nas&Hit, don't call us with
down, to dawgs way back
Shout out to my dawgs way back
OG ! OG !! OG !!!
Verse 1
I say Na who vagabond wey dey mess with my ginger
Ohema say Na me be
too scary, they gotta be in a verse
Put these boys to rest, I lay them in a hearse
I was made to believe that God created someone who is the greatest
Yeah, yeah, yeah (oh no)
Uh, uh
It’s your Boy Kitonee on another one (Another one)
I met her in the party last night
When she walked my side
Her
what I wanna be yeah
Without being a wanna be
I wanna be placed wit' other rappers who made it
Not to be confused by, some of them guys thats complacent
It's hard to walk through all the places that your life used to be in
So you thought you'd shed a layer, maybe try on some new skin
Your friends
want you to know baby
That I want to be yo lady yea
Not talkin' just anythang, want to be your everythang
Cum on now play with me boy, want to bring
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