Lyrics:
I put my life on the line
I roll them dice and I'm fine
'Cause all I ever dreamt about was makin' it
They ain't giving it, I'm taking it
I'm
raining outside, chill, listen to the drizzle
Now kiss my chest, call me Superman
Pull down my boxers by the Calvin Klein band
Wash it, enjoy the flavor,
flame-able, my hunger is unexplainable
Strike the match, just what I expected
The dread kid ejected in seconds
And here come two, opposite sexes, one black, one
dem bands
Catch some diamonds in your face, if you look over he ain't glance
100 racks in all hundreds, tryna stuff em in my pants
I'ma make a movie
The time
I'm thinking about keeping this bitch by my side
Girl so fine niggas dreamed they fucked her and lied
But I'm numero uno, the one and only
Bitch
string, Am7
Afraid to let you down by my imperfections
I’m sorry that I wasn’t enough
Verse chords
I know I’m losing you
When I hear our song and can’t
you, I let you cry on my shoulder
No tissue, just short sleeve, tears see-through
Our lives equal, thinking what you been through
Uh, yo Genie here
Yea I
are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is linear by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know
back again
(From the caboose)
Now it's time to say goodbye they should've turned me loose
I was all about my team but now I call upon my crew
I'm
Three-fifty-seven to your mouth, blaow!
Dunn can you hear me? Raw is how I'm inflicting this
It's that g type slang that makes this real sickening
Ignite my
Coyotes stalk the streets down every day
Nothing left to say, it hits me like a wave when you walk on by
Seven seconds saved, the way you speed right past
find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it
Yeah (Secure enemy!)
Yeah, look (If they do not surrender, shoot 'em on sight)
Talking to my momma half the time (Shoot on sight)
Talking to my
to keep it funky
Yeah, it's a Bad Boy thing
Tumblin' Dice, my man Rash' on the remix tip
Uh, yeah, big shouts to the Uptown Crew
Ugh
To all the people
Before I go to bed
I think of my second head
It fell off one day
And faded away
Reminds me of the fetus of the conjoined twins
That I saw conserved
Calendar hanging up in my room
I walk by it like every afternoon
Even when I don't try to
Had a Marker held by a string
All the fun came easily
Then
Ike Turner on your ass.
Aw fuck
You wanna get jumped chump punk?
Come press your luck by our whole crew we all stone you,
Own you, for a while you
a sad misfortune came over me
Which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from my friends and relations
Tied up by the black velvet band
Her eyes
find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it
of us, without consulting any of us
Sales and distributions of our futures, uh!
If this world were fair and right, they'd give up the car keys this very
Yo, whassup, this is Tajai of the mighty Souls of Mischief crew
I'm chillin with my man, Phesto, my man, A-Plus
And my man Op', you know he's dope
There might be housewives and children listening, but mostly just cornfields and cows
(So) I have a seven-second delay, a switch by my radio board
Six
When all is said and done and your by my side
I guess we found our truth when we shared our minds
The magic that is life
We found our freedom
In spite
don't fall too
Far from the tree
Ever since my mother was pregnant
With a second egg
'Cause she said that I had a baby sister
Who fell out of the window
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