Lyrics:
down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin' for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
Gimme that, gimme that one more time
Don't you know we hold it, hold it (Check it, uh)
Me on ma level
Yella diamonds mello
Drop it like it's hot, i burn
a cause, who caused the evolution of rap
To take it to the next level, boost it
But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it
(Hip hop is the devil's
F.B.A
Family over anything
Strength in numbers will pull you up
Why you reaching in my pockets get the fu*k
Get a plan execute an you can level up
gotta move quick like heroin and cocaine
The blocks hotter than its ever been
Once again
Hold the gun at eye level, I ain't afraid of conflict
I
a little longer
Pull off your coat throw it in the corner
Don't see why you don't stay a little longer
You can't go home if you're going by the mill
realised their overextension and
It became too much to mention
Over the line
Going over the line
Levels over the line
Stepping over the line
Over the line
bend it over, bring it back,
From the side, turn around hunch back, Notre Dame
Turn your device on, it's the right song
Turn the lights on, Rico Love
the truth
I thought I'd make it
And I could take it
But lately now I mostly fake it
This limb I'm out on
Is breaking over you
I'm falling over you
if it ain't bout money I don't wanna rap (trap)
Og D watching over me so I don't never lack
456 you play with me you get your head cracked (yeah)
and bright
Now it looks suspicious under the night sky
You can say what you want to give our story a remix
But our love is like them UFOs over Phoenix
If I
of rap
To take it to the next level, boost it
But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it
(Hip hop is the devil's music) Is that me? It belongs
thot again (Defense)
Increasing my level (Yeah yeah)
Increase it by ten yeah
Back in high school I was jumping off of stages yeah they really know us
She fuck me good, I'ma put her in Givenchy
Yeah, I fuck her good, it get wetter than a fish tank
Slangin' that wood, we gon' skip right over third
You're up on your high heels, you're up on the bar
You're up on a level, up there with the shooting stars
Dancing around the drinks with honkey
first
But refuse to do the work when the whistle blew
So in a world dominated by the digital
The metrinome I listen to beats inside of my chest
It
Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly high
Niggaz wanna know why, why I fly by
But yo it's all good, Range Rover all wood
Do me like you should -
by a new force of an enemy
Oh my, dark calm distant memory
Over and over and over, I'm yet to find it
And put the level on up
Over and over and over
If it wasn't for you
Ah, if it wasn't for you
If it wasn't for you
Ah, if it wasn't for you
I wouldn't be stuck here surrounded by strangers
I
the money
You know it nigga can't stop for the money
You know it
Nigga fuck being broke, nigga
I count it by myself
Nigga fuck being broke, nigga
It's Young
to dump it somewhere in Long Island
Like out in some, you know, marsh
Or some wild field or some bullshit
That wasn't something unexpected
'Cause
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
You might be in, a hearse, then casket, then church
Then you aten(eaten) by the maggots
Fuck you hatin bastards
It's over for why'all niggas once
down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin' for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
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