Lyrics:
does that sound
If he ain't gone clutch,
Then I'm u ain't cutting him shit it's my cake like a birthday
In the club on a work day
I got plugged lemme
at the market
There's a New Age mother having heart attacks
Down at the market, there is
We are the ones with the birthday
Candles and the plastic guns that
Are
I wanna make it and go
Too far, too far, too far, too far
Nobody feelin' my presence
Rejected no birthday present
Sick but I'm fine
Put me on a map
blood on my eyeballs, kid
I had a birthday party with the fellas last night
Bought a case and a handle and a liter of Sprite
Wore my best button down
or back
I wanna go from a heart attack
When you grabbed my hand I knew it was true
I was gonna die holdin' you
Not gonna lie, when I looked in your eyes
I'd
Woke up this morning
To the sound of my alarm i hear it going off
Beep beep beep beep yeah
My birthday today I'm turning 24
I hear it going off beep
Up! magazine
Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape
and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl (that's right)
I let my tape rock 'til my
and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl (that's right)
I let my tape rock 'til my
twenty-second birthday she already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic she wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion, her sin is her
tonight on Desolation Row
Ophelia, she's 'neath the window, for her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday she already is an old maid
Now to her,
in that good life too
So gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five
See, blindfolds can't cover three eyes
We wise to the fact so we attack
twenty-second birthday she already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic, she wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion, her sin is her
twenty-second birthday she already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic she wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion, her sin is her
the thangs that a G brangs
To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral
Streets is crucial, competition zero
[Verse 2: Anybody Killa]
Face facts, do the math
You
axes, chains
These are all the things that a G brings
To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral
Streets is crucial, competition zero
Face facts (What?)
and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl (that's right)
I let my tape rock 'til my
she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears
the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr magic
Marley Marl
Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh ha, duh ha
You never thought that hip hop
the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr magic
Marley Marl
13 Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh ha, duh ha
You never thought that hip hop
Shady
Go Shawty, it's yo birthday
No if and no maybe
Take and attack it, you're the thing, ordinary
Me as boyfriend, girl come on and come save me
Me
beg
I don’t give a fuck
I still beat, She still dropped neck
What’s up with that
I go full attack
Don’t talk about that
What’s really brackin’
Nigga
leaving was a fatal error
Called on your birthday, saying I didn't wish you well
Maybe if you had out effort, we wouldn't have fell
They are both bukola,
feeling real down all these family members hit me saying that they proud
They Never texted me on my Birthdays why now
Riding round town and they follow me
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