Lyrics:
I just wanted to have a bite with her, or something
Didn't go get up on that show to fight with her, or nothing
It was Keyshia Cole, Eric Benã,
Spell it Maxi Priest caught me in the days up on Delancy Street
Stayin' solar, deadly vengeance with a crowbar
It's like the dreads worshipin Jah, so
spent it all on me)
Diamonds all appraised (diamonds all appraised)
And I'm bossing up (and I'm bossing up)
Bitch get out the way (bitch get out
it
Hang Hollywood niggas by they Soul Train laminates
What's the difference between me and you? (What?)
About five bank accounts, three ounces
(blinded by the light)
Because it's blurred by the V’s, I was driven
I also was distracted by head she was giving
(she kept playing) it made us wonder
It was
coward, I wonder how it, feels
To have to look at your moms, squeal, after I hit her with the steel
Ill, that's how a nigga blows shit up
Believe whoever
Yo, new Ghostface!
To glorious days, check it out y'all
We back, yes yes y'all
Masked avengers, we're here to sharpen your sword
All praises due
look out, well clear the way, 'cause here we come
Stand by for a concussion
The men eat fire, sleep on nails and saw their wives in half
It seems
anything
From the five and ten cent store,
You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me fall with a drop
And now I'm out on my
Lubriderm, time took to write this
The war will be fought by the righteous
Who stand criticized by his un Alikeness
Knowledge is the truth and it's
But now if you'd come
I'd welcome anything
From the five and ten cent store,
You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me
Lubriderm, time took to write this
The war will be fought by the righteous
Who stand criticized by his un Alikeness
Knowledge is the truth and it's
up when I'm in the mood
Too! (run that) blow a blunt
Get a drink whatever soothes you! (whatever)
Cause if it ain't
The street the system'll lose you
Would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid
Blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can't hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin' up the rollers
Comin' up short of the green guys
And I might
You tell me say life na turn by turn
30 years for the game e neva reach him turn
He been dey grind before he born him son
But he still neva blow yeah
black dick up in the booty
I like it muddy or swampy
By now you find your ass up shitty creeky
Don't got no fuckin' room me and my momma and my TV
I'd have to fold my beard
Check one, two, Sonny, tell Bob to dim the lights up
You see the studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right
Stones are
trying to get
To the record store
And it was all on the news though
How I was rocking the show for five and ten cents or more
Ah ha I was all in your mind
weed in by the ton
She wants to rock so I just popped the siroc
Watch ill bet by 5 o’clock the
Panties drop on the dot
Baby don’t you stop go up
And down
is on my money.
Tell 'em roll up the trees,
And deliver me the scummy.
Forget a 9 to 5,
Overrated me to quit.
Now a day since legit,
I get it
up, Mommy get your feet off The Table
The cable luck bare, my man got me one on his leckle
It's nothin' for me to get up with you, guts with you
Blow
make the news
It's a five minute wonder, call it...
Satellite blues
Any way the wind blows
Dive, dive! underground is just the place to be
So
Everybody gettin cream no one considered them leech
Think about it now, thats damn near one point five
I kill em all I'll be set for life Frank pay attention
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