Lyrics:
got my life and Mary what's the 411
Niggas get shook when I rhyme, You best ta fuckin run
Get out the way cause my recitals suicidal
I'm the rebel
got the 411 on the ghetto
Tune into channel zero
Tune into channel zero
Tune into channel zero
Everybody in the world
Everybody uptown
Everybody
brother, I heard he's with your grandmother
I spent two weeks on 411 trying to find the phone number
I didn't go to your wake
Got the call to late
And after
between us
Amigas
Kickin' it with 'em just for fun
Or when you need the 411
Someone who gives a shout out
When lose your faith
Just when you think
vibes)
Trials and tribulations, doubt and devastation (yeah, yeah)
Should've stayed in school and got an education (yeah, yeah)
Before your 411, we
on the block
Cause my peeps already blowing up the box
With the 411 on the party hot spot
Hit the rest shake the 9 to 5 stress
Till about 10 and it's time
I've got to leave.
Boy what did I ever do to make you do the things you do?
Drop the 4-1-1 for me. Here I am, boy, come and talk to
me.
I need
the truth)
[ VERSE 2 ]
It always got to be one
Diarrhea-mouth nigga on the street who let his mouth steady run
411er, call him Mr. Information
Now how
[Unverified]
Brothers wanna know, what's goin' on about the 4-1-1
On the group, and so on and so forth
So what you talk for, you know what I came
on the low
Because if nobody seen it you don't really know the 411
But you heard she hittin' niggas off
Runnin' around the projects like a chicken with her
got the 411 on the ghetto
Tune into channel zero
Tune into channel zero
Tune into channel zero
Everybody in the world
Everybody uptown
Everybody
Hit me with the 411, and the gun
And the nigga hit me low, transfered funds from Big Pun
Conversation, job well done
Fuck this lifestyle now, shit,
S-P-G|Style 2-3 come on||Lina:|Don't you say I-D-K|You got the info so don't play|L-M-N-O-P use it|The 411 don't abuse it||Chorus|
espaço no mundo
minha existência é irrelevante
fuck u!!
4:11 da manhã perante um surto
minha subcons destrava o que trava
causando curto
e eu puto
eu to ligado, na unção to envolvido
Efésios 4.11 to no molho jow, conta comigo
Faz sua parte eu faço a minha, assim agente faz a nossa
Deus na frente
Francine Môh e Lino Krizz 4:11 BRZZB1400032 Gaspar Z’África Brasil: voz
Claudio Oliveira: programação (teclado, harmonia e baixo)
Dj Dri: produção e
Música baseado no texto bíblico de Atos 4:11
Composição: Anfrísio Rocha
Intérprete: Anfrísio Rocha
Bateria: Samuka Rodrigues
Baixo: Anfrísio Rocha
europeo
Esperanto been esperando
But shit won’t work since your ignoranto’
Can’t even speak properly but they be like “get back to morocco”
Back to the 411
no se las llevará el viento
Se que los buenos momentos se pasan volando
Ando recordando dime donde y cuando
Viendo el 411 decisiones tomando
Escuela ó
inventions and your toys
Think these carrots bring me joy
Than you never really knew me
I'm giving you the 411
I say I love you then you run
With these
with the WYT
Whats the 411 bitch I need a phone bitch ima need me a phone bitch
Run bitch what the fuck bitch ima run bitch run bitch give me fuck bitch
Mona Lisa
So glad that I got to meet ya
So glad I get to please ya
Need to be in a museum
Masterpiece like Mona Lisa
4'11 my Chiquita
Went to school
the telli swag be drippy yo
Bring a chick, 4'11 when she tippy toe
Baby shift, may be little, she make Velli grow
Legs, ass, breast
Legs, ass, breast, whoa
weather tested
Feelin like Pac when he resurrected
Feelin like BIG when he left the message
On Mary's Phone
Whats the 411 and scenario
Guillton flow sever
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