Lyrics:
so nice where I kick it
Hate you never get to visit
Yeah, I'm on another level
But you niggas still can get it
It's all over 'fore you finish
Uh my hat is like a shark's fin
(Chorus)
Deepest bluest my hat is like a shark's fin
Chorus (5x)
Manmade terror
Hungry jaws of death
Y'all don't
Yeah (I knew this day was coming)
Sometimes, you gotta come back down (it's all going to hell now, man)
Stoop to someone's level (yeah)
Five
a prophet or I can't go back to my projects
Can I? Does a plant grow from a pot, yes
Do trees grow from a forest MC's, y'all are clitoris
Y'all- roll with
a hundred and twenty
Look, here man no hands
I got up enough nerve to raise up and look
And by now there couldn't be no surprise
But his hair was blowing all
a prophet or I can't go back to my projects
Can I? Does a plant grow from a pot, yes
Do trees grow from a forest MC's, y'all are clitoris
Y'all- roll with
the ten by four, controllin' the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd
intentions already taking yo place
Keep my head up and stand tall
If I stumble, then I'll fall
Will you pick me up at all?
Will you pick me up at all?
I'm
at VEGcN MOB by the lake
I don't want that sh*t if it ain't plant based
Eating all that pork and steak
No wonder why you aint in shape
It's the MOB
Spicy
thermosphere, stratosphere
Can you imagine from one single idea, everything appeared here
Understanding makes my truth, crystal clear
Innocent black immigrants
to make you
Shawnna:
I know you want me baby
Do I make you horny baby
I can tell by ya eyes
You want me ta ride you
Like a horsey baby
Better
like by suckin dick
Then bae like she can get it
I like freak hoes that eat hoes and slap fives when we done
I hate hoe niggas and broke niggas,
As the gourmets among you will tell you, of course
Ladies and gentlemen
You can't imagine the rapture in store
Just inside of this door!
There you'll sample
and shot in a church basement or somebody's ###160109 and all the prophets had towels wrapped around their heads for turbans, but you could see the tags,
though
Yo yo yo yo Cool V, why don't you give me a cue
One more cue, and then I'm ready to go in
Don't you like when the winter's gone
And all
y'all all turn sucka
We fly O.T., with fire brain in our chucka
{Noreaga}
Yo I was told by 3 wise men, you gotta get dough times ten
And when ya mula
Dundee shit representin' the outback
Yo, we do it like this (All the way live, from 2-1-5)
You witnessin' the 5th Dynasty family click (All the way live,
Before politics, arguing real vs radio hits
It's all Hip Hop, you can't divide what ain't different
Don't like all underground music, I don't hate all
do it to ya, I'll do it to ya
Girl, I'll do it to ya, do it to ya
Eat it, beat it, bang like ah!
I know you had a long day baby, I know!
The 9 to 5
weakness
If I can't have her, you can't either
In the dark, for the right price
If anyone's among us this isn't right
I would drink a 5th, and she
1985, I arrived
33 years, damn, I'm grateful I survived
We wasn't s'posed to get past 25
Jokes on you motherfucker, we alive
All these niggas
a heart attack
I want you to be taken care of, no matter what the cause of death
And I'll show you how I feel by filing all the papers necessary
To make you
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Sunbathing with a Rollie on, tan all on my tattoos
All my 16s cashews, V12 when I pass you
Reminiscing about the Motorolas
Weed stronger than
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