Lyrics:
You, there is no one like you
And all the things you do
I want to spend my time with you
I, hope that I am your type
And that we could
illuminated by a star
The only star so large many more
To make our largest star show small
Furthermore, the end is not the end no stop but a pause
And what
wife-beaters, white t-shirts, white-
I'm the greatest
So you sold 10 million albums, eh? (What?)
Only problem is, you put out 10 million albums, eh? (Haha)
Now, the end is near (Can you believe this shit Guru?)
So I face (I'm from the hood man) the final curtain
(No the real hood the hood, not the rap
to stay on top my game there ain't no time to lose
Four albums deep as a Quester but still we payin' dues
So hear me out one time, you gots to be yourself
namin' names again (what?)
All you motherfuckers know that I speak from the heart (uh)
Play like you don't know L-O-X is gon' bark
We can take it there
Yo, yo can y'all' hear me out there
Let me intoduce myself ladies and gentlemen
See I go by the name of Big Woody Rock
And I'd just like you
You are now listening to the voice of Kesia
Represented by the voice of Mhodre
By the voice of Ash
This is the end of a new beginning
This album has
remember niggas had me out there by my damn self
Break a moment of silence
I ain't dead, my life is frozen 'cause I'm goin' through it
Niggas sendin'
yourself
When it seems that no one cares
And if you're a clone of someone else
There is nothing left to compare
when there's nothing new, we look for
tempo
So that hope doesn't flag
How far is far?
How many ways to get there?
And now I present to you
Rivers Die of Thirst
An album by OB
Brought to you by
take pride in that you know this is my favorite project so far
My previous favorite was The Trilogy, this is my new favorite album to listen to by myself
ask about me, see if you ain't heard
When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
Like nunchucks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meaning
deranged
Spray right at your brain, by the way this is Hov'
One shot Dillinger, one shot killin' ya
It's only one Roc La Familia
Sigel lock Philly up,
The type to fly buyin a Z-28 IROC
And chop you in your motherfucking face
Your album ain't tight, what in the fuck is you pushing?
You played out just
(after the song ends)
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... As you can see, MUSIC can get you
pretty fucked up...Take a tip from Joe, do like he did,
by the way this is Hov'
One shot Dillinger, one shot killin ya
It's only one Roc La Familia
Sigel lock Philly up, Brooklyn is me
Matter of fact,
deranged
Spray right at your brain, by the way this is Hov'
One shot Dillinger, one shot killin' ya
It's only one Roc La Familia
Sigel lock Philly up,
Really so good for nothin'
When you think that there should
Be jobs by the dozen
But as often is the case
Nothing ever seems to take place
And not to think
that you're gettin' your stories from, they all clowns
I am a war general, seasoned in preparation
My jacket is covered in medals, honor and decoration
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin
But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin
This is the warning, known
ask about me, see if you ain't heard
When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
Like nunchucks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meaning
a Bentley like it's a Crown Vic (skrr-skrr)
These bitches is choosin'
You niggas is losin'
We rich
Whatchu expect?
(Haah?)
Wanna fuck with a dope
Discuss these by there is you album vic damone Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In