Lyrics:
and Illmatic beginnings
Them lemonade stands would make you street platinum
It was 2 Live.. Florida crews caught heat for rappin
But free speech pollination
something
The world is gone crazy
The absence of hope
Kind of missed joke
I do not fall alone
Think i'll be the skinkle for the whole damn machine
Ils nous
8
It’s been a while they live apart he’s getting frustrated
His mother is far away and Landover, where she stays
You do the math and show your work
inside of my hands
As you flatline, damn I like it fresh, outta the
Can so I can go full form and spike with the best
1, 2
Better praise the crew
Three K's, two A's in AmeriKKKa
I'm just a black spade spawned out the nebula
And everything I do or
Say today that's worthwhile
Will for sure inspire
I've seen and experienced things
That'll push the average to the edge and swan dive to death
I'm two guys, multiplied by ninety-three guys
Evenly
With the muthafuckin BM drop, 325
By the way, me and my crew, we real live
Get absurd and hit a nigga with the bloody birds
Niggas can't fuck around
One time for the killer on the block
Two times for the nigga on the stoop
Three times for the dealer selling rock
Many times for my bros what it do
I
It was 2 Live, Florida crews caught heat for rappin'
But free speech pollination kept bees colonizing in hives
And stung Delores Tucker right in her
novice, listen what I'm givin' you
Yeah I check boxes (why?), that's what morticians do (damn)
And stop fibbin' too, nigga
You was mad at Cass,
'bout the mall
Man I had to order that
Two K's Key and Kell you know
I want all of that tell you how to lead the
Game ima fuckin quarter back
One thing I
I've seen and experienced things
That'll push the average to the edge and swan dive to death
I'm two guys, multiplied by ninety-three guys
Evenly
blowing up hot like a nuke
My white boys copping by the two's
Time running out, what you about to do
Me and that money so fucking locked in, man our
bitch, you can't Ortiz
Budden, Crooked, Nickel, damn Royce please
We up in this bitch like trans or T
We the Voltron crew, it's whatever your folks wan' do
wait to get back wit you soon as I come off tour
Musta felt me thinkin bout us there you are at the door
Both been doin our thing, but ain't a damn
a while
Mr2 120 I cruise
Flashing lights be passing by she get in the mood
Aye
I've been lost had to remember I do not lose to you
When bazooka pull up we
It ain't always the target that your bullet scars its the innocent passes by.
Its always the good that truly die.
Now whatchu gonna do?
When you
sellin' radios and toasters by the trunkful
See, every man she ever messed would wind up dead
Some might fall in jail, others runnin' from
to a nightmare
Martin Luther the King
Without a queen, nah mean?
By any means, yaddadimean?
In the coupe, my Miss Coretta Scott thing
And I swear I had a dream, I
YYC Made hitmakers
Yeah, you like that, ayy
Love all the girls keep their bodies original
Live on gram, goddamn she digital
Hands up like she work
pass
Sober fast
Naddy's back
In a flash
So I dash
With the crew
They tell me
That she's been looking for you
I push back my hair
Call this shit take two
friends say
Never do what others do
I stay making them boss moves
Live life like I wanna choose
Wanna hate well that's on you
I flip racks make it times two
It ain't always the target that your bullet scars its the innocent passes by.
Its always the good that truly die.
Now whatchu gonna do?
When you
give me mine
But caution
You've been warned for the very last time
I'm not telling you again
So relay it to your crew
You gotta actually to do
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