Lyrics:
running away with the game
It's 'cause I am, don't speculate, spectate
All I got is d- for days and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady
down likea willow man-o waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
all da signs si call down what you way like aso terro tin in.
lika homicide. like a tis dow like
and you fry in my iron furnace
I am on my get rich or die tryin' like when Em was signin' Curtis
'Cause I am murderous
Joe Budden, Jersey City, New
the underside tide with the ride
[Verse Four: 2Mex]
Come one, come all
To the Visionary hall
Ray Parker Jr. calls me when he needs a little bit of Ghostbusting
Hey there miss Parker
I met your daughter
And she looked just like you
I stopped by her apartment
We started talking
All I can think of is you
Hey Saint Peter give me cloud number nine
And tell my daddy that Jr's on the line
Oh please Lord someday I'll be
A talkin' to you i wanna speak man
and a half
Before I left I stopped by to see my nigga 21 in the studio
He had two of his kids with him right in the studio, that's when I knew
You a stand
wear a bib if you're gonna make a mess
Can I get my spoon in, no way
Now I eats more pudd'n than old folks play bingo
Parker Lewis can't lose in Santa
Circuit's of all these other
Rappers you did the
DVDs you did the mixtapes you
Came up on mixtapes
Like every other underground rapper
In New York
I was
mah rays on/
I’m shinen o ya muthafucka i’m grindin/
Verse One: I’m in a city that don’t get too much sun no/(Vancity)
But you know we still find a way
and Wanda, MJ and Parker
Grant my wishes like a genie in a bottle
Save my soul like Bernie for Bianca
Wanda, Wanda you know that I want ya
Surrounded by
You gotta stand up and demand your rights to be free
Oh to be free yea
So when you're all alone in the middle of the night
And you're feelin like you
like she work at Follie's
All up in my face (yeah)
Buss it like a K (yeah)
Grabbin' on your waist (yeah)
Love the way you taste
Damn, you so wavy
them)
Gang gang, nigga, fuck is you talkin' about?
Quarter whippin', she in the papi, she get it whippin' (Whippin')
Niggas they killin', they really wit'
pretty good
But it could get better than this
Bill Dance and Hank Parker floated by in a boat
And volunteered to be our fishing guides
And Richard
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
don't pick calls yall wasting my time
Say they got money oh God they just be capping lifestyles
Man I'm the king in my hometown when you see me you
We come to make it hot for you
When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just let it loose up in here, go crazy
The way you're bouncin'
will outlast cash
You get respect by bein creative
And yes a native to your audience, so you know reality
In other words, if you ain't a gangsta
getting away
No matter what y'all say
Y'all can get it any time of day
There ain't no delay
For all the haters out there, it's about time you meet your fate
And a whole lot of show
And with Hank Jr. blaring on the radio
We got us a tank full of gas
And we was on our way
We figured we'd go down to New Orleans
And a whole lot of show
And with Hank Jr. blaring on the radio
We got us a tank full of gas
And we was on our way
We figured we'd go down to New Orleans
I pour a pint of wok in my fanta
Servin the junkies da hannah montana
I whip up da dope whip da arm & hammer
My shooter dey run up and shoot u
and aint no tell in where I'm goin
I be on it hold up wait know what I'm talkin bout
Parker's cup I get to sippin 3 2 1 I count em down
Money Matters is my
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