Lyrics:
your heads up your asses faster than a rabbit gets fucked
Bounce, bounce, bounce, Jay-Z huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella y'all, ha ha
Bounce,
be on the internet but they never cop nothin'
I keep you in Girl what is those on your toes?
And your neck staying froze off that rose colored gold
"Yo, is this your cat?" "Awww, yes! Where'd you find him at?"
"He was stuck in a tree up by uptown Manhattan"
"Well, how the hell did you save him? Are
Don't never play with my damn money
That's the quickest way to get your ass kilt
I fuck her raw I lost my mind
Got more bodies than my damn self
Lost
is what we need for new human contact
Not even your own server can save you
We all caught up in the web is so true
No GPS what will you do?
(No e mails
spiritually
Get out your mind literally
There's a bigger me inside this little me
Screaming out I should make history
I am like a mystery
Hated by jealousy
put my verse on the first one-beat the herds come
So be careful 'coz my rap will make you eat your words, son
(Word to God)
Scratch I? Who
Story time
Sways away the haze
They spent contemplating, formulating, theory siring above me swimming
Pay tribute to the few we look up to
Come
everybody want to tap something
Go get your own don't make me have to fucking clap something
I love my shorty more than life now ain't that something
To love
up
Till you make your mind up
I'm stuck
Well, you can shake it till it rains down
And you can shake it till it turns gold
Will you shake all
talk (ye)
Mind runnin' laps (ye), 'fore I could barely walk (ye)
They say we never make it (ye), that's what you thought (ye)
Cross me so much I got
way out"
From the pages of the Cress Theory
I know you hear me
If you out there, listen up, yeah
I know you feel me
Do I look suspicious on this track
arrows of the rich'll steal
In Hollywood and featherweight I step by step let it escalate
Till you get it, we'll tell you if I hit it
When you make pie
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
be on the internet but they never cop nothin'
I keep you in Girl what is those on your toes?
And your neck staying froze off that rose colored gold
be on the internet but they never cop nothin'
I keep you in Girl what is those on your toes?
And your neck staying froze off that rose colored gold
gun come up off your chain
Or come up off your life
And have a fatherless son
It's the syllabus for the
Ignorant militant mind
'quivalent crimes for
I'm dreamin'
I love my family, gon' make sure they eating
I'm by myself so I don't need a team man
Never fail math I just count up the green man
Yeah I
We aint here for the gold rush, no
We been here since day one, so
Crank the speakers
Push the meters
Move your feet
Let’s make it known
We aint here
can't hold it down? oh the shit gon' hit the fan now
spin around let your whole crown man down man down
[Street Life]
I live by the street code
the corner by herself
Singin a soldier song, it goes
She can make moves and pay dues
Friday, it's time to break loose
She can pace, mind the baselines
Drum
'cause it's cursed
makin' money makes a difference day by day so I gotta stay
paid, no doubt, day in and day out
This life is like a vicious cycle
huh, what, yo, huh, what
Yo, huh, what, yo huh, what, yo, yo, yo, huh, what, yo, huh, what
yo, no aggression
Let your mind make connection
Ain't no
spine to the top of your cerebral cortex
Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex
Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream
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