Lyrics:
No stressing,
It ain't your fault, you get possessed by your thoughts,
But,
you feed the bad wolf, by the way you talk,
It's all about love, Whichever
n****s crying while asking
Heavenly Father for a better life Life is more than action while others full
Of cha-cha
Uh, I gotta stay true And it's like if
Yeeeh-yeeeah, yeeeh yeeah yea yeeeah
Its them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-mo
(D-mo)
Here I go, here I go
Gettin crunk on tha reala, I'm a nigga be
a big baller - if you got a hernia!
It's bout the, dolla, it's not an, option
Too official to wear Troop or CapOne
Snatched by his throat, choked
It's murda, you know when we come
Niggaz it's murda, ain't nowhere to hide
It's murda, ain't no where to run
Niggaz it's murda, I-N-see is gon ride
Its them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-mo
(D-mo)
Here I go, here I go
Gettin crunk on tha reala, Im a nigga be smokin that killa
Because we know
that's rude bruh
Learn to follow yo' rules bruh
Set by every real street nigga who kept it G and paid dues bruh
Fake n***** just line 'em up
Watch in
is quickly turned to fiction
Keep on going 'n' ignore the friction
You cant hear the shoutin' from this distance, what
So I guess we'll just bring it
It's that time of the year, but never fear
Mr. Nixon's here, to bring holiday cheer
Ho ho ho
Happy holidays, have a merry Christmas
Ho ho hos,
F U N Kaich
Down with the P Funk, P U
Down with the P Funk, F U N K
Why not?
Let's funk until they smell it
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, u stank)
Let's
youths dem have to war over cheese
Wid these big machines that you bring from over seas?
It bun up dem skin like some unwanted disease
Gimme some space
vat's it yuketa ?
Yo-Landi Vi$$er fresh ? and depressed ? vat 'n picture
Jou ma se poes in 'n fishpaste jar
Do what I like cos I roll with the fucken
up
Let this fuck you up
The Ad Libra crew is right here in the cut
That's wassup
Turn it up, bring the volume up
Let this fuck you up
The Ad Libra crew
like an otter be dancing kicking awkwardly
Smash'n all the pottery the potter isn't found of me
Bitch how I outta be the lyrics bring it out of me
Proud
kit
All in that order
I'm going off
Got me on Debo taking your shit like it's mine
Don't do fold
N you is a lame
Don't come round here wasting my time
I
Yo wanna hear it more
Come in with that killer flow, Al Capone
Blast the speaker right off your tiny ford
Ride it off as murder by the best lyricist
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm
overrated
Always step out in the latest
Really don't act like I made it
Bought a new crib and then gate it
Bring that cake home to my babies
Born in the 90s
else?)
And I came to have fun, here homie (what else?)
And I came wit a ton of money (but!)
Don't get it twisted the gun is on me (now)
This chick's
just show I don't give f***K
I was like a free prisoner and the street was my cell, ask my n***g Capone downtown they know me well.
Skinny ****** with
think Matilda here
This extension is high demand for
This ratchet it's Brazilian hair
Y'all sat him in hot water
Like it stays on a silverware
I blend in
live'n life
Ever here a boy with this energy, ya
Deep dive in the sea with the manatees
Feel'n what you wanna be like it's guaranteed
Roll it up, roll it
(Aiyyo calm down, fall back!
why'all Queensbridge always fightin up in here!)
[Marley Marl]
Ladies and gentlemen, we got Queensbridge Finest up
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