Lyrics:
the life of Riley in a beaten-down shack
So when I hear a whistle I can peep through the crack
And watch the train a runnin' when it's ballin' the jack
what I can sorting out yeah
She is balling out, bro
You do not be in my shoe, Bro
This street cat
Ah, man!
Ah they are jarring fam
I don't know if I want
fragments
From the shell
When you shoot the pole/4
& shooters know
You get life for a body
Might as well make it more than 1
So when your in jail
You’re
Talking about your mistakes
So graduation '19
Felt like I can't celebrate
Entire family in town
But couldn't solve my self-hate
That final night
Thanks For
As soon as they play "Shook Ones"
The wars of Brooklyn
Always roll deep "Who Shot Ya"
Somebody getting rocked to sleep
Security making take your Timbs
Off
people say, sellin' weight, is a death date
But I can't wait, to set up shop, in the next state
I ain't worried bout a brother tryin' to take mines
and the lyrics are fine
Get on the floor you've got no time
Party people I'll give you a chance
Wave up your hands and feel in trance
Can you see now what I
got my brothers in arms
I got my brothers in arms arms arms arms
Come as we are
We brothers in arms
Blessed by the best so the luck was a charm
Rest
you for your date and chains
Now shit done changed
'Cause you gots to watch the ones in the skirt
And it ain't about getti'n burnt
I know it sounds
on the verge of going crazy and your heart's in pain
No one can hear though you're screaming so loud
You feel all alone in a faceless crowd
Isn't it strange how
want ya
I just wanna start a lil' family-
Bitch, what you talking 'bout, your daddy think I'm a pimp and your mama can't stand me
Candy, brought her
of Spades is now down with the BDP Posse
If you want to see more, just watch me
MAN, do what I do, throw your hands in the air
And scream it out, ohh
is tight, who you askin'
Right?
Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you better)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in
listening cokes
I swear your arms are not impressing
Probably we can go to war
I’m pressing arms like a lizard I do push on my walls
Not after the hall
a substantiation
And let me apologize in advance
For my impetuous manner of emblematizing your numerous convictions and thoughts
Sitting with your arms
radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won
and it's comin' to your town
It's done by the people who can really throw down
You don't need to be a queen or a jack of spades
It's done by the brothers
(I'm a trouble seeker)
Can't eat or sleep, I need some
Medical attention, I'm a trouble seeker
I'm a trouble seeker
I'm a trouble seeker
I
I just can’t hold back, I just can’t relax
Backstage in El Dorado
Sitting with my fishing pole
In a dressing room consumed by
My gang of wishing souls
blurrin'
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin'
Uh-oh, you can call me R. Kelly now, you're in
Trouble, what's occurring before, after,
like Sarah Vaughn
Your ass is grass cause I can mow the lawn
Not a tricky-dickey lover that's picky
But hard nitty-gritty when things get sticky
I
In the corner of my eye
I saw you in Rudy's
You were very high
You were high
It was a cryin' disgrace
They saw your face
On the counter by
In the corner of my eye
I saw you in Rudy's
You were very high
You were high
It was a cryin' disgrace
They saw your face
On the counter by
'Cause anybody can get it so, hopefully you got me
Shout to Gates and Greene, in between's where you find me
And shout to Jamaica Queens, "Margherita's"
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