Lyrics:
the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'Ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate with my dunn's, 17 rocks
up my bro
(Hey hold up, how many you want?
I'm finna meet you right there man, by that cut off 78th and Caselin, aight?)
Young nigga still serving
the wreckage, crawling from the wreckage
Into a brand new car
In walks Bud with his exploding nose
He'd been giving it maximum today
He shouted, how the devil,
alone, the ass had us both in the zone
But you know the rules, both been schooled by older dudes
I know the jewels, no time for them thoughts, too much
no four leaf clover
I can’t fail
I gotta go
I gotta go
I’m chosen
Not by man
But God alone
But God alone
I know this
With every song and video
That I
a lawda
Vybz Kartel nuh live by nuh orda
Park lane man them wi shot up yuh Prada
May Pen, Jerome, adid real don dada
Skeng Don remain as the fada
Hundred
feels brand new
Maybe
Some time has gone by
But I still find
That old look in your eyes
And I'm trying,
I'm still trying, to understand
Why a woman like
was a very valiant insect
And that's why the technique, needs a brave man
And a strong one, who isn't afraid of birds
[Bobby Digital]
man, we black out
All the cars, man, black out
All that work, made we black out
Brand new old lady sittin' beside me
I was 11 years old, then I
mans on it
Started rap at nineteen I never planned on it
Now it cost a few grand to put my brand on it
Yeah
If I said it Imma stand on it
Find a new way
and mih brand new rip jeans with a white tees
Them pree the style dem want hate pan we the gyal ketch the drip she want whine pan we
everyday mih outside
to crash out for me they ain't even got progressive
I got bad bitches gassing me up and they giving brand new perspective
Imma cop a mercedes eq '22 cuz its
on a controller[01:02.21]Smashing with the new controller[01:03.82]Talking Ultimate bitch, I troll her[01:05.34]Spike that bitch at the pit, it's over (And it's over)[01:08.14]Brand
what?
Its a cash explosion, it's rainin' dollars
We made it to stardom, the new album
The 50-50 joint ventures
It only gets better & better
Might treat
the bar
"I bear no grudge against you!"
And my dick felt long and hard
"I am the man for which no God waits
But for which the whole world yearns
Who was the one who picked you up dusted you off
Gave you new hope stood by you when you walked
Who was the one who made you shine like new money?
(peep drip yeah this shit brand new)
(peep drip yeah this shit brand new)
gucci suit and this shit is brand new
peep the shoes yeah i got the black
senses
I'm willing to forget but not forgive
Sooooo
Welcome to the new age of reason
Welcome to a brand new kind of life
I'll give my middle finger
deep?
Going with what I always longed for
(Feel like a brand new person)
But you'll make the same old mistakes
(I don't care, I'm in love)
Stop
somethin's tellin' me, that you'm avoidin' me
(Ooh ar ooh ar)
Come on now, darlin', you got somethin' I need
'Cause I've got a brand new combine harvester
somethin's tellin' me, that you'm avoidin' me
(Ooh ar ooh ar)
Come on now, darlin', you got somethin' I need
'Cause I've got a brand new combine harvester
false poets get done
One by one, by one by one
You in the wrong place
You in the wrong time
You with the wrong someone
Smut Peddlers, false poets get
to the Bronx
And it's the fortunate one,
Who dies
[NAS]
New York, we ready!
[Kevin Rudolf]
He move from LAS to SoHo (ho)
A few blocks
For those who
K?
(And then he'd lift up his voice to the sky)
It's your man Nas here
Take it straight through New York city
Yo, okay, my city, my town, my crown
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