Lyrics:
They should give me a raise
Most of us got a major upgrade
So I hope you don't hate staying up late
You never should've picked this job
Of course look
(Oohhh, oohh,)
Oh, a ton of the greatest were raised by one, it's true
And like me, it could happen to you.
Ohhhhh, Everybody knows one
Ohhhh, raise
London, New-York, Paris
Big up all the concrete forest
Harlem, Manhattan, Beijing, Brooklyn
Hackney, Brixton, Bronx
I was born and raise in a big big town
I
got it in ya
Dig down deep, reach up higher
You never know, ya might have to start another fire
Life goes on, day by day
Pick up the pieces
Woo Woo Woo
Remix to Catch me outside
You know I'm bout to get live
Cause I'm from that 305
Aye Aye Let's Get It
Walking by faith and not by sight
if they don't see
That I don't like people pushing me!
Hey man, what's the matter with you?
Oh, come on! everybody's going!
Chicken!
Nobody's gonna
I'll run to ya seal the deal then you feel me
Can't believe we met by chance just on a weekend
My calendar had no plans but I gon fill it completely
winds I'm not on shore,
You can't tell me I ain't meant for this I'm iller that your average,
Lyrically I'm an assassin, Jim Carey with the mask.
Inside
80's, early 90's
Now you can find me, girlie behind me, holdin' my mink up
Ice pinkie ring in the air, drinkin' my drink up
Top down, 'dro in the air,
this was just the thought to be apart
But I'm always by your side, I swear to God I'm never far
I know you don't believe me but I swear I love you son
Tell me now would you still ride with me
Would you still roll side by side with me
If i lost the plot and went all nuts tell me now
Would you still
back at you, right back at you
Is it jealousy?
Why you so messed up?
Somebody told me
Your friends don't fill your cup
But I did gladly
So Before I
Called by nature, mind raised in Asia
Since you was tricked, I had to raise ya
From the cradle to the grave
But remember, you're not a slave
'Cause we
I don't give a fuck about you
Bitch I'm thriving you's a fool
Lovin' me back no use
In the cut I'm makin' moves
What I do, ain't for you
Selfish, but
Please raise your hands up in the air
Oh, in the air in the air why don't you raise your hands up in the air
Why don't you raise your raise your raise
engine number 9, mic lynchin'
When we're done with this these songs are our pension
MCs are puppets, Me, I'm Jim Henson
Take a squat or get chopped
By any means
Like the minister
Nigga gone run up
Them integers
Nigga was serving
Like Wimbledon
Nigga
I'm always
Gone get it in
I had to raise me
where they raise you up
Tuck glocks shot's blaze you up
Big shot niggas fade you up
I'm in the cut where they fade you up
5-0-9, you can page me but
that shit get the fuck out my face
Bitch I’m healthy so I gotta get this green aye
Feeling stealthy John Cena no u can’t see me aye
Getting wealthy off
This girl walks up
She says she's glad that she found me
I told her she was trippin' 'cause the girl ain't even know me
Then she told me
She want
Got Jim hatin
Make it by just fine you know we never scrapin'
If you pull up to the crib, this glock give yo ass a spankin'
On the Kawasaki, full
gettin' busy down in N-O
Gangsta's, get respect from me
And all you other niggaz gettin' checked by me
That's on the C, DPG will never break up
There's
what goes on up there
We want you to know the battle we go through
Just trying to say that "I love you"
We walk the streets without a clue
That we're
the Gang the Art in the Party
We call it AV, black & gold on the bottle
Vacay to Ibiza, Pj in the morning
Got racks like a batchelor, women all on me
Pull up
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