Lyrics:
I was born poor, but was raised to ball
I'm a grown man, pay my own bills
Great Adventure money, I pay my own thrills
Scared money don't make no
the place sizzle like a summertime cookout
Prowl for the best chick, yes, I'm on the lookout (let's dance)
Slow bangin' shorty like a belly dancer with it
gon hold you
And what that gotta do wit me
Lookout slim I got you
You got me huh
You my man got them things we can go head and move some of them
Man I
make this look easy
Me and my niggas wear black ona daily
Not because we move shady
Try a ting get a box on the chin mans shaky
These fake mcs don't
I keep a lookout, you bet I notice
The kind of girl who brings the world into focus
I've been in favor, I've been a fan
Of turning fires that are
Yeah, Erick Sermon, EPMD, check it
Redman, method man, lady luck, def jam
Erick and Parrish millennium ducats
Hold me down, hold me down
Yo!
sayin' she snitched
But never that, 'cause-o, high beam through the window
My lookouts move slow, they heard you never blast though
Got a safe in your
on your poster
[Break]
[Verse Three: Masta Killa]
Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect
That fills more body bags than apartments in
that approach us
And focus(focus) on the days and times that approach us
Be on the lookout
Cause this year some niggas gettin' took out
Takin' off
The lookout cried out from the tower
A sea maid was seen swimming by
She rose like a snake from the sea to the rocks
To wipe back the hair from her
a merchant
On the lookout for choice pearls
And when him find the one of great value
Trades everything him own fi buy the pearls
Well check it out well
Heaven
Murder in the first degree
Murder in the first degree
Man, man, killa on the run with the gun G
Murder in the first degree
Murder in the first degree
dedicated to every MC I took out
And ones that got the best of me so all you niggas lookout
Ay, yo, I chef mad flavors
Bitches suck the energy, it's like
[Intro: Method Man]
Aiyyo Shorty, yo that's my word
Oh, y'all smellin y'all piss now y'all think y'all gold
Yo anybody get caught playin
Over here,
you wipe front to back, or do you wipe back to front?
Dice game make a nigga-
Man, I swear I'on't be plannin' this shit
All this shit just happen
Jim Brown was his man, his brother was Muslim, they tried to convert him
And turn righteous, but the streets got the good of him
Big hats with
it hurts
Black man came first
In the sweet name of Jesus
Cost me a dollar
At the flow of creflo
Like how the hell he supposed to know
I see
thing
Nuttin worse
Than a new black church
Lyin on the truth
Cause it hurts
Black man came first
In the sweet name of jesus
Cost me a dollar
At the flow
So I spit, how loud you want it to get?
Cold sweat.
2005 flicks, new trips through dirty beats
Hits and all those bass kicks
Lookout y'all,
C'mon,
how loud you want it to get?
Cold sweat.
2005 flicks, new trips through dirty beats
Hits and all those bass kicks
Lookout y'all,
C'mon, can't forget
clique
See me in the drop, with your six, sayin she snitched
But never that, 'cause-o, high beam through the window
My lookouts move slow, they heard
it groanin' through the misty night
I heard the lookout shout down "There's icebergs around"
"But still everything's all right"
Oh, the dance band
Yo free my nigga man
Yo free my nigga man
Yo free my nigga man
Man fuck you nigga, get away from us nigga
Man fuck you nigga, get away from us
birds with one stone
I said the streets is a gun zone, gun zone
You haffi lookout for gun clone
Love square we a claim so dem run town
Ghetto circle dem
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