Lyrics:
would this really
Keep them psyched?
Three of us bleedin'
It was ten past midnight!
I really didn't like
How this shit was goin' down
Wrong night,
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
hurrah
The ants go marching two by two, the little one stops to tie his shoe
And they all go marching down to the ground
The ants go marching three by
the door
I, you're not home and it's half-past three (I)
Where are you when you're not with me? (I)
If you're with someone else, come clean
I'd rather
better
Set it all down in a tear-stained letter
Well my head was beating like a song by The Clash
It was writing cheques that my body couldn't cash
nights, so many days, baby
I've been hurt by your love
I don't know why I still love you like I do, baby
But you're a star in my world
Oh, how you got
There's a whole lotta people lookin' down their noses at me
'Cause I didn't come from a wealthy family
There was ten of us livin' in a two room
(yeah)
Must by my clone 'cause you ain't my son
And your bitch know I shine like one
Not number three, number two, I'm one
Never took a L, 'cause I won
out like I was Tanqueray
'Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear men down like Roger
Baby are you still down
Still down for me
Still down to take a brick
Out of town for me
Rippin' off the whole clique
Thirty rounds for me
See them
her doubts
But she opened the door and said "Honey, take me for a spin."
So we drove up town just to get the tags
And I headed her right on down
fence
Down by the old country road
And watch the cars go rushin' by
And disappear like ghosts
Out where the sky meets the amber waves
Yeah I'm a rock in
And, she's coming home
I got a picture of her down by the seashore
Wearing a bikini made of purple velour
Her hair's up like Conway Twitty's pompadour
wey, vámonos
Five and four, and three, and two, and one
And we smash through the door with the quickness up
Looking for the crop, and I heard you
on Windrush, supporting a mar jays old man
Cold doubling eight kids, bare bills
Plus racists full of hatred in your own plant
Three jobs in a day (three jobs
the road she darted, against the rocks she crashed
Upside-down the engine turned, poor Georgie's breast it smashed
His head was against the firebox door
so dumb now?
Hunt me or be hunted
I got three hundred and fifty-seven ways
To simmer sauté, I'm the winner all day
Lights get dimmer down Biggie's
and
If you 'buse it you ain't gonna be able to choose it
'Cause you ain't gonna have it further on down the line
Things ain't gonna be so fine
Nas on these songs, I Puff, they hate me
Hurricane Game, Katrina'd the AP
Top-down, the AC with X and AZ
Ruff Rydin', you can see this Draco in HD
She stuck the penknife in the baby's heart
Down by the River Saile
Three loud knocks came knocking on the door
A weila weila waila
Three loud
found his plan was sound
They followed granddad out the back door, yes they did
They follow them down
And what a night
It must have been
But when
two, by three
And last of all, with his bride's consent
Lady Margaret he went to see
He went unto the parlor door
He knocked until he made
And I could tell he was lookin' for trouble
From the way that he came stompin' in
He told me to leave Shorty there by himself
Come down and wait
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be stress
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