Lyrics:
When I count to five, by the time I open my palm
I'ma fuck you up, like the united states got by vietnam
I go...
Yo, everytime I mc I'm coming off
Yes
I being so violent?
That's in the nature of being a nigga
Being beat down, then able to get up
Being let down, then able to sit up
Be the false
Written by: Darryl Hop Hill Jr.
[CHORUS]
Pop out , pop out (and let's go, let's go)
Pop out , pop out (and let's go, let's go)
Pop out , pop out
simpering, callow and morose who let you in? if I knew, then I could get out the murder you see is a mystery to me
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
Dear Mister Muse
simpering, callow and morose who let you in? if I
Knew, then I could
Get out the murder you see is a mystery to me
Dear Mister Muse fellow of wit
to the field of my dreams
And I let ghost play around in my head like I'm Ray Liotta (damn)
A Yankee owner, I got stripes in this game
Hot headed but got ice
Tell him that your daddy was a real baller
He was blowin' money by the seasons
Let him know you good, left a couple mil and a whip for you
Big burner
bitches
Stick and miss and she the business
Get a witness, pussy frenchin'
Just a mission poppin' off like on a
Mission, proposition, gettin' money
Drop
White, let's get back into
The hall of fame, come on
Yo, yo
It's like we all just beads on a string
Son is blind like a boxer
That bleed in the ring
From
Dedicated to the great Scott La Rock
RIP, this one for you, my G let's get it
Boogie Down Productions, with Premier
We gettin paid
Y'all write
and swallowin'
Takin' the makin', bitin' and borrowin'
Brothers try and others die to get the formula
But I'm a let 'cha sweat. You still ain't warm
You
how ya doing Look
Young Ray Crizzy
Take off with me
I'm going back to space
Don't come get me
Might call out work
Bitch I'm shittin'
You a pussy, I'm
a lot of steam in here, I wanna let off
You got a wrinkled shirt? Put me by it
I got a lot of steam "Sell out"
You guys throw that word around like
out they home address (go get 'em)
Loyalty, honesty, that's all I ask for (all I ask for)
Is that too much to handle? (Let me know)
You know for
Let's go fellas, shower time's up in five minutes
Get those feet off the table, what do you think this is, home?
(This is bullshit, yo son let me
I've been grindin' my whole life, nigga
I've been grindin' my whole life, Rosenberg
I've been grindin' my whole life, Fam
Yo, let me see, yo, uh
Intro:
Yo
Why do we live in a world
Where we let this happen so often
We got to change that
Verse 1:
It’s about time these loud cries get heard
Drag Race
Written By Andre Davis Jr
Hook:
Get to the bag aye/
Hop out the jag aye/
Money come fast aye/
Like it’s a drag race/
Sonnin these niggas,
as everything seems
Keep hustling
We gon' get it by any means
How unfortunate, January the sixth
Federal officers, raided our offices
Making it hard for us
the one breathing?
Ninety-five south, don't ever try and follow
Fuck around, get hit by the hollow
Ray Benzino, Grand Marciano, Bad Boys, Made Men live
the stove girl you know I Like the kitchen
Palmolive with the stroke we ain't Talkin bout No dishes
Let's get a round four ain't no Resting for the Wicked
I'm
Beside the drum kit in the basement
I was trying to get to sleep
I heard your voice come through the floorboards
On my answering machine
But by
And as long as I'm alive, need you by my side
You with me? Let's get it (let's do it)
All that street shit behind now (behind now)
Startin' a family my
the chocolate
I just took several pieces, I'm off it (Sheesh)
The hoe not hetero, she like her options
I look incredible plug in her socket
That bitch is hot get
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