Lyrics:
Want it back but they don't wanna do it (don't wanna)
What the fuck nigga, I wrote that music (I)
I did that Bump and Grind, I did that 12 Play, I did
was an envelope with my name on the floor
"Nobody loves you more than me carino" is what the letter said
"By the time you get to read this, I'll
dough
Well it's the first of the month my nigga so you know what it is
Let's get down to the block and get that handlin' this biz
Call the dealers
off-the-rack kind of a track
You forced to rap, remember that? It's that
You know where I'm at, there go the gat
Pass me a bat, the kill-or-be-killed kind
pleasing to you causes me to unglue
And what's creasing my smile doesn't entertain you
Should I stay in denial or try something new
Because it might be my
FN, Draco's, it ain't new to me
Alright
It ain't new, no it ain't nothing new
Nah, it ain't new at all
You tryna buy that new new
You know who to call
just drop down to your knees, call upon the lord and pray
Better luck next time, cause you want to open that door today
Your hair sorta gray, it's that
Looking at the book you handle
Here's a little thing I know about it if you want to dabble in reanimation of the dead
I put them into battle
That'll be
This a yung kid's trap
Spent time coming up with ideas
Write that shit down, put it in the track
Play that shit back
All I do attack
Independent
on the radio
Didn't know if I would make it home but life is what you make it though (Mason)
Even though I'm seeing this crazy money I know they want the crazy
(Bill Anderson)
« © '57 Moss Rose Publications »
I don't love you anymore like the way I did before
And since you've found someone new I think it's
me Steve did they even
Give you a name?
I'm the new kid on the block
Bringing new blocks to the kids
From the digital underground
Don't need boxes
minutes
Let's do what we told to do
New York, we run this here
I mean pa, listen it's J.R.'s turn
I'ma do the chorus you ready
Lemme get this son, I just
and caressing bitches
And dealing with motherfuckers on all levels
What I'm dealing with is all devils, fucking with snakes
Running wit niggas you call rebels
too clean to curse?
You can't curse?
What's up with that?
The booties...
[ Kid ]
Yo Play, take this one
[ VERSE 1: Play ]
We want to be a part
I got writer's block I don't know what they want to hear
Not reaching my goals like I said I would that's my biggest fear
I'm falling back and seeing
outside
Cause it's hot I got the stuff to call your bluff and pull your card
And nowadays it's all these dick kids, that want to be hard
You
bitches
When the light hit the ice, it twankle and glistens
Baby, Brian, B., Bubble, you can call me what you feel
Hoppin' out the platinum Hummer with
(We got London on da Track)
We're not against rap
We're not against rappers
But we are against those thugs
It's the thuggish ruggish bone
It's
Colin Powell, general admission
You are all welcome, new Malcolm of the talcum
By any means, AK lookin' out the window screen, uh
Let's get it on, new
a nigga gon change is gear
Yall mo fuckers peep what I wear
What am on is so next year (year) ya hear
So go ahead say what you want
Honestly my nigga only
Welcome here dear traveller
So it seems that all your travel have brought you here
Here, into te wines of my raspy tired vioce
What do I want, wish,
now? So he's standing there, an hour and a half goes by! I'm... no, it wasn't quite an hour now, I
lie, I kid you not though, it was about one hour
the street
With bundles of that ghetto love, to give it to kids
Momma said, never get high on your own supply
Especially if you plan to leave this hood
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