Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah , yeah
Time keeps passing by
Your the reason why
(I'm losing my mind)
I need six minutes with you
Whoa, I need six min of your sweet
The 411?
The '94 is here
We gon' have something new for y'all asses on this next album, man
Yeah, we gon' have something new for your asses
We going
Get it!
Ha ha, Funk Doc in the building, bitch
Y'all already know the business, nigga, ha ha
Yo, let's get it, yeah, I'm with it
Streets
going on
Somebody tell me what's going on
I'll tell you what's goin' on-uh
Nelly:
What's going on 'cross seas, every minute a child dies by this disease
Please take me by the hand
It's so cold out tonight, I'll
Put blankets on the bed
But I won't turn out the light, just
Don't forget to think
Y'all already know, Payzo don't act shifty, tax you swiftly
My brothers got my back, and we packing blickes, 9 to 50s
Shamens in their optics but I swear
on
Weatherman watch storms
Cali King Rakaa with a crown
But it got thorns
"Y'all hear me?", "I spit it clearly"
"Time is money, got no time to waste minutes
where I'm from
Lewis Avenue
Okay, now I got a brother by the name of Mad Money Merc
Now he come from NA Rock
I got two dancers, Scoob Lover, Scrap
girl
That I dedicated, this song, well this song really was written
By Blowfly, and I want all y'all to hear this shit
It's just a poem that I writ
the hell you think we livin?
How you think it feel to be a Simmons
Imagine Christmas and Thanksgiving
People want to know why I ain't on my brother's
couple of guns
The funds wasn't the issue, it was other shit
That had me flippin' on my brother's shit
Stealin' from my mother's shit
Cry by myself, I
clutching to their crosses
The block hot by the law, there ain't too many choices
So what I do is for y'all, there ain't too many voices left
I watch my back,
I’ll take one question i wanted
To vibe off an idea, and then I
Can riff off of that…they said I’ve
Got 20 minutes or so, i might go longer
OK,
centuries we'll make crews sing
No matter what record label we stay stable
Pick up the album we're never on cable
Crews cross over but not Main Source
(shit was dope)
Hey, yo, Eazy! (Wassup?)
Hey, man, why don't you come off the piano for a minute
And bust this crazy shit?
Woke up quick at about
centuries we'll make crews sing
No matter what record label we stay stable
Pick up the album we're never on cable
Crews cross over but not Main Source
locking their doors, clutching to their crosses
The block hot by the law, there ain't too many choices
So what I do is for y'all, there ain't too many
to be out of here
I just don't understand them they got no rhyme or reason why
If I gotta spend another minute here I think I'm gonna die
Then my dad taps
so ready to be out of here
I just don't understand them they got no rhyme or reason why
If I gotta spend another minute here I think I'm gonna die
Then
striker, not a goal hanger
You'll soon see Leah on a stage show banner
Leah, this money's too good by the hour
And it pays by the minute, live PA, that's
they know I'm nice in the game
We maintain yo brothers feel the vibe
We did the first album and it came out fly
And don't ask why you won't understand
Let's organize the brother's and
Put them together arm them for the defence
Of the black community
And it will be like walkin’ up
To the White House
Ay,
[Hook]
See a party aint a party til the Doc walk in it
the party get it started til I hopped up in it
then it, got so crunk one minute
say she
We the in-timidators, why'all in-timidated
By our bling bling ring ring, and I can't debate it
LOWRIDERS (bzz bzzt) hittin on switches
As we PASS
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