Lyrics:
more gritty per capita, all around
From the five boroughs on down to the mighty Bro town
[Chorus]
Now watch this current rock it current for
Richie
Two-Three
Two-Three
Yeah
Call up BP told em that I need to meet
He ask me, where, I told em at the stu
I got this beat
You mix it right
Them
Got the Wu-Tang Clan, It's yours
RZA's up in here, man
Couple announcements were made
Thirty-year anniversary, right
Thirty-year anniversary, yeah
When it come to head, that hoe better than Super
I'm gone
Wait, I think I'm made for this shit
I got the way with this shit
Grind everyday for this
V1.
- The finer things from broken wings my life sings
- Travel down this road these memories bring
It’s a celebration bitches and Im
Tell the d.j that it's time to play a slow jam
Get closer to me girl
Do something to me girl
Come on and choose me girl
I'm right here on this dance
could get wit this
(That's right.)
We should cease you from existance
(Learn about it.)
Niggas like that shouldn't be livin.
(That's right.)
Yo rock, cue me in
We, got, that, funk
Murray's, packed, with funk (you need to know)
We, got, the funk for yo' ass (let's go)
[Keith Murray]
reading the signs of the time stay woke
VERSE ONE
Get it right from the get go, this is not for black lives// it's for you livin like you gat nine
system pulled away by gravity
Might as well glide down to earth and see the urban fantasy (Fantasy)
Apparently catastrophe is building up so rapidly
'Cause
right here
Don't you know you got me waiting all week
You know it seemed so long like a year
But now, the band's playing and we are gonna party down
speckled by the sunlight
Iridescent prisms twinkle when it's just right
She's a hybrid like a mermaid and nymph is
But an insult comparing her to man's
Yeah, she be riding in the foreign, but she hate to drive, it's alright
I got an A-Town girl
She keep a blicky on her just in case somebody try, it's
time it is
Straight up
Straight motherfuckin' Def Squad L.O.D.
We can stand in the water and can't get wet
Def Squad always got some fly shit
I pay it no mind cause I see it all the time
(Don't be fooled by the shades) don't mean I'm blind
I got a water and a stoge, a quarter for the phone
hustle no more
But I would never say that no more
I got my mind right, money right, yeah
The pot's hot as the rock expands
It's the paper chasin' man
felt this sick since Covid, ooh (ooh)
Can't control it I got lit and now I'm zoned in, ayy (ayy)
This my moment, I don't trust a ho I'm bonin', woo
you know
Yeah!
It's time to send some shouts out
To some high street O.G.s
Yeah! Check this out!
BoBo, Frank, Issac, Ronny, Benny, Little Willie,
the weather
We can't stop right now
Weeping may endure for a night
But joy comes in the morning
It's celebration
So put your hands up
Live life
Cause whatever
statistic
Hmm
Tryna keep it Artistic
Hmm
She Fucking on the Dusse
And a lil bit of Urban Myst
I rather Julio
But she prefer this
Im buying her purses
Im
we'll milk this game until it's empty,
Freshwater new designer and I'm dripping like a leaking pipe,
Paparazzi snaping pictures like they never seen
victims
It's time to break Free
Inception
When Kap took A knee
I was sitting up in the stands
With the wife and lil man
Ain't nobody gave a damn
They were
got head for an hour
Girl you so fine here take this money shower
Throw that money like confetti
It's a celebration know that you glad that you met me
tonight
Celebration because I did it by myself uh damn right
Uh uh damn right
Uh uh damn right
Uh uh damn right
Uh uh damn right
Uh uh damn right
Uh uh damn
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