Lyrics:
no longer leaping, he's sleeping
While you pussy niggas is sleeping, I'm thinking
Deep in thought, the boy ain't even winking
Bob Marley got me
no longer leaping, he's sleeping
While you pussy niggas is sleeping, I'm thinking
Deep in thought, the boy ain't even winking
Bob Marley got me
It's a Midwest thang
What you think we live on a farm? Nigga be for real!
We got Benz's Rovers' and Jag's, Hummer's and Deville's
Got a green
never know the Consequences
Might just get to you
You gotta Be Prepared
In this world that we live in
Where everybody's Sinnin'
Gotta find a way to be
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
to get by!
Just a couple of teens, all trying to survive
Live to the max cause you dont live it twice
Couple green thumbs, all high as a kite!
Weather
with the high-top fades
It doesn't matter if you're shy or wild
It's done by all, man or child
Keep shakin' your head, like a goose
And bob your body
(Chill with that ill behavior) - KRS sample
Pull the pin out, sheep creep in wolf garb
Fronted by the Hail Mary parry lunge mixer
Kill
also worked
At some hotel
And she's still alive
She lives in Florida
Hi, Bubbie
And my parents
They hustled
You know
My mom studied
Chemical
to broadway
MC´s in the hallway stand by
microphone connected network can't you see its a busy line yo
I ain't got time to deal with jealousy
cause having that
I went through some shit that I put myself in
Now I got scars and it hurt from within
The pain that I’m feeling you can’t comprehend
Stay with my
cnd it's been listening in
Does it know what I told last night to
Bob?
c coupon list of all my sins
Maybe I could live in a hut in a tree
Eat lots
rhymin'
Now you're sulkin' in the corner, a baby cryin'
Hittin' up now we feelin' to rock Mars
Fuckin' up the shit, now their heads bob
We ain't new
I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both
in, let it play and let me blow your mind
It's the dominant conglomerate, prominent and I'ma get
What I gotta get, twist another sweet and bob
in, let it play and let me blow your mind
It's the dominant conglomerate, prominent and I'ma get
What I gotta get, twist another sweet and bob
was shot by a cop how would you react to it
Great Rising to all of my real ones
Wake up in the morning and I'm raising my chi up
Growing out my locs,
To survive and live life not like a tourist
And not just watch, but to experience all of it
I catch
Butterflies not feelings
But their wings get torn apart
By
move too odd
Know a frauds like a track niggers gotta get dropped
Bitches in my phone wanna build like Bob
Tryna land by the spot where the fun don't
stop 50, they losin' it
Lil' nigga named Ja think he live like me
Talkin' 'bout he left the hospital, took 9 like me
You live in fantasies, nigga, I
DUMINICA
MARKY MARK:
PEACE
I GOT A PLEA CALLING
I SEE TOO MANY KIDS SIMPLY FALLING
IN THE STREETS
IT'S TRIFE A WASTE
OF A LIFE EITHER YOU DIE BY
GOT A FRIEND NAMED BOB WHO LIVES DOWNTOWN
HE'S GOT A WHITE WITCH WHO LIVES UNDERGROUND
ONE DAY BOB TOLD ME ...HOW IT CAME TO BE
ABOUT THE WHITE
These niggas need Lord
Wanna fuck, hit transfer and slide in her throat
These niggas faking but already gave up
Got the Lord by my side so it's hard
I got the chillest vibes
The illest, the realest rhymes you'll ever find
With the hip lines
Making heads bob like Eminem in his prime
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