Lyrics:
by the pump, is that what you want?
Be easy nigga, I'll lay your ass out
Believe me nigga, that's what I'm about
Gangsta, you could find a nigga
Skipped groove, tried and true with nothing to prove
Built with loyalty and nothing to lose
Living our lives by words from Book and Its Cover
Our
a come through with my favorite toats
Hammers out in France, that's French toast
Drive bies on the pedal fights
Hit you closer
Casper, your phantom gonna
positioning is key
Think you'll hit me with your blitzkrieg?
You're more likely to lift me!
Cuz I am the tank Terminator
Next to me you're nothing but tomatas
to be a nigga
Then again, I'm like the Frenchman, cause Granny's creole
And therefore, we're black French people
So I think it's best if I go
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
gettin' stuck (Shit)
I say ‘I ain't know none about nothing'
I'm on the low
Niggas really know me for stuntin'
I pull through on low pros
Wrapped around
paddy wagons
So no remorse, I'm about the fetti
Had a few horses come by the telly
Eating each other, they get some credit
Got commas on commas, I'm
you?
You thought that power was in a strong arm
People pass the laws and gold
Tsunamis and mushroom clouds
Oh babe, that's nothing
You think
I think it's time we take a holiday
Turn off the phone and get somewhere away
We'll live inside a house made of up straw
By the ocean
We're gonna
against terrorist
And about rebuilding New York
And there's nothing like it
We don't want anyone to feel in a
Week or two or a month
That the enormity
together
Maybe tomorrow you'll pass it by
Maybe tomorrow we'll change the future
What I've done I have no questions
There's nothing I can stop...
No ideas
you?
You thought that power was in a strong arm
People pass the laws and gold
Tsunamis and mushroom clouds
Oh babe, that's nothing
You think
divas, I got bitches on the side
Puffin smoke, selling dope, at the same damn time nigga
I'm a top dog, I'm looking down
Rolling by the O, we space
you?
Go cry about it, why don't you?
My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
Don't you think we oughta know by now?
Don't you think we should have
me that the history of a woman
Is about leaving a nigga with nothing
So my experiences taught me how
To come up with a
Plan to make a right one for
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
I ain't got nothing
Motion like the waves we surfing
They think is warzone the way we stepping out
Jump out me, Ray and Roger coming out the car we
Lyon was lost by the sons light
Blandina
Her frail frame against Romes might
Might have thought nothing about her
Faith begot faith a fire fight
Cant
Yo, I'd like to dedicate this to my mom
Sabrina Jackson god bless her soul
We gon' get it on in
Here nothing but real shit
Yo, shorty ain't a shorty
beating in a different speed
Alone in my room, there's nothing to do
Just sit by myself, and think about you
My love,
I heard you from down the hallway
and years
Everybody here knows how it feels
When the heartache grows beyond unreal
Everything around you falls apart
All you do is think about that girl
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
Oh baby take it day by day and this should all work out
I think that if it’s meant to be there’s nothing to stress about
So let’s just take this day
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