Lyrics:
shit together, I ain't jivin' you
I don't think that nigga could do you better then I could do, ya know
It's Juvenile from cross the street by
burning out on me
There's a hotel in the clouds
The sign says "No Vacancy"
From the top
Of my lungs, I start to scream
From the bottom of my heart
Why
smooth as glass, the sun is goin' down
A red seagull's blowin' by makin' one last lap around
Seems like yesterday I was sittin' on top of the world
I'm
Words and music by roddy frame
Now you're back in my arms again
Let your heart be rearranged
While you were sleeping the reaper's been reaping
Girl, what you doin' here by yourself
Not looking like you're waiting on someone else
I see a little heart broke in that glass of top shelf
If I'm
Nas on these songs, I Puff, they hate me
Hurricane Game, Katrina'd the AP
Top-down, the AC with X and AZ
Ruff Rydin', you can see this Draco in HD
us
Hit from the back, she call me Big Papa
NLB Bando, the real Don Dada
Going In, yeah you know I'm top ten
When we spin, yeah, we spin by the band
the enemy 'till he drop
Make his whole body go hibbie-to-the-hop
Well I won't stop 'till I get up to the top
Gotta blow any other state off the block
And I
! You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
never stop
On the way to the top
With a bad bitch
Like giving me top
I got murder on my mind
But I don't wanna do the time
I got shooters on the line
I
! You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
dizzier by the mile
Said hell the money's spent
Went to the county line and paid the rent said "uh-oh"
I said "uh-oh"
Oh if you could compact your
one-night stand
That grand illusion, that radar scan
That piece by piece, that bit by bit
That electric whine by mechanical lips
The dark at the top
(Black Lip Pastor)
We in Frankies castle with the pack though
Motherfucking pack
Top want me to go to rehab
Told him I would go too
Probably just
I'm gon get it out the mud like early bird does
These bitches can't tell me nun
Calling her birds eye view cuz she top me up
Eye contact when I'm
tip their caps
From the top of the hill
You can feel them come
All brave blood do spill
Along the dim
Atlantic line
The rapper's land
Lasts for
Accept in the street, niggas we live by different rules
Pill poppin' everyday I'm in a different mood
They scream our names since we walk the halls
The 25, 8 square root villain
Barefoot chillin' in a drop top ride
No socks, no ceilings
Sky be my limit, with a footnote in it
Reading "if we make
a top, let it rock
Some are gonna wanna fight, some are gonna wanna dance
Some are gonna wanna carry 'round one in each hand
Yeah, we all have a get
off till they get it
I had a bad bitch with big ass, until she was top of the line
So she stayed in Chanell fits
She ran with some made niggas, so she
at the door, but he didn't come.
According to his father, he's very ill.
There was a long line of cars
in front of me.
I came as soon as I could.
I left
more time
Hit the spot then I'm hittin' it one more time
I'm a hot nigga, sound like Juvenile
Hit the pot, nigga, hold the other side
Off that
On the hudson river line
I’m in a new york state of mind
York state of mind
We’ve got one day here
And not another minute
To see the famous sites
We’ll find
character strapped with the sounds profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone
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