Lyrics:
yo, Chuck, they're sayin' we too black, man
Yo, I don't understand what they're saying
But little do they know they can get a smack for that, man
through the game, then rep for the borough
And there ain't no name that can make me shudder
Woke by a clock, and I wouldn't be alarmed
Nah
Sheero, how
niggas with riches
I tell 'em, "Get him," they say, "Yes, daddy"
And they don't care how we split it
And they so pretty, and they hair lengthy
He hit
we go to the wrasslin' matches and let off
a little steam?"
Now I'd never seen the matches before
And by the time we reached that arena door,
bags
'Til a old man got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back and he was right before our face
He'd be in for a squabble no doubt
watch like Movado so I floss like I'm lotto
You ain't lounging, til you've been counting by the thousands
Profiling, pushing more weight than your
try to change your mind
We've sent letters out there
But you don't care
You know you'll manage alone
We've sent letters to you
They never get
slowly, we spend slowly ;til morning
You know, you know, you know you know
Appearance is nothing
You know, you know, you know you know
Appearance is
asking me where am I at?
I told him, "In jail" and I said I'd be back
He said "When you're back, can you get me from school?"
Shit like that there
'til we fall asleep again
Time goes by with everything I do
I start thinking about you (from the morning to sun goes down)
I hope you feel the same
a spaceship and take that trip.
We kinda have a way with words.
We even start a convo to get at her.
Every other (shake that) becomes a blur.
Be my mistress,
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
'Til I went to Canada and saw some beautiful hoes
Now I hit the Caribana every year in Toronto
Then fly to Illinois to get a taste of Chicago
Uh, oh
to my own
Don't have to keep my
Eyes on your rhinestones
Take yo' watch and kill you
If the time wrong, so pop off
We gon' kill a watch dog 'til the
Top
to have models screamin' get behind me
E-pills and Maybach's ain't gon' matter if your tip is tiny
Nevermind me, we could get knee-deep in the beef
Seek
a spaceship and take that trip.
We kinda have a way with words.
We even start a convo to get at her.
Every other (shake that) becomes a blur.
Be my mistress,
What I mean by lounge, I don't mean bitin, huh
You mess around, and we'll be fightin
It's alright if you bite, but don't recite
because the rhymes
Slow nights slow rides 'til we get high
Slow nights slow rides just to get by
Slow nights slow rides just to get high
We speaking through our eyes
to sink; Get up and get out
Til these pangs; Can I get a bit more
Of hunger; is there any left or...; Return
I'mma have to get up and out; Ooh
I'mma have
the valley lows
And mountain highs
With you right there by my side
Now there ain't no doubt in my mind
That you're the one for the rest of my life
And I thank
Yeah, this is a ghetto prayer
Prayin' for all of those who ain't got it
We gotta get it there, we gotta get it, yeah
Yeah, the people starvin' for
wont stop til we know ya dead.
[Prevail:]
My first spirit dance with the strength of a tribal chief,
Deeper then a dead mans chest, there is no rivalry.
nose
But Babe won't be long 'til the sand's in our toes
So thank you for being there
And all that you do
Seems we get closer the more we go through
Who could take a single buck, an empty cup, a stroke of luck
Fuck around and reconstruct it up to a million bucks
In God we trust, every part of us
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