Lyrics:
moves
Now I got a better view so
Even thought my count down
I’m still like, two hands ahead of dudes
And trust me you can get slapped
With either I’m
the stage
I feel like a lie
I don't wear shoes like this
I'm not a mother, a wife yet
Three more steps, i look up and Councillor
Corrumpere's pursed mouth
back like I'm smackin' your ass
It's WesydeUnderground in the muthafuckin' house, what
Peep this shit, with my homeboy Def Killa
We gonna kill ya,
fuck that bitch light
Sound like I'm on helium
Look in at me baby
I was just drilling him
Told the bitch stop it
I get how you feeling now
Lil nigga
I'm
Wicked beats are the end of this
And hip-hop's similarities
Cause I don't bounce and I
Don't do rap hands
See, look at me, I look like an ass, man
No crew,
, give it clear, give us total movie
Now being here, being now, being here believing
(movie like speeches:)
Man: I don't know which words to put in
With your hands out looking up to me
Like you want something free
When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumping me
But now that I got this little
your hands out looking up to me
Like you want something free
When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumping me
But now that I got this little company
your hands out looking up to me
Like you want something free
When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumping me
But now that I got this little company
They see us in Lexuses, Town houses, Benzes and Navs
Mama Mia, what you think of that
Naaah, they don't like that
Naaah, they don't like that
I'm
These pussy niggas be talkin'
I swear to God I'll blast 'em
Show them that I'm forreal, man I be ball
Look at that fake ass chain look like
He got it from
gay
I’m done being nice to you
So take these bars and shove it where the sun don’t shine
I was a nice guy but now I’m not
I would love
put me on Dr. ****
Got on stage and fuckin' blacked out
I look up, I'm in a ranch now
Did four months in solitary
Bet that y'all know it ain't a act
seconds goes by it feels like tears to my skin
Bust down in a Bentley but was worth it
‘Cause everyday that goes by I feel like I’m dyin’
The streets hurt
I'm the black
White boys got a magazine and don't know how to act
I'll attack and make you vomit
Down with Khalid Abdul Muhammad
Do he got
to speak my peace
I know a lot of shit has changed
Not much has changed in me
Im leading by example no one taught me how to lead
But if I followed how could
like Jesus said
I'm gonna dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands above my head
Hands together- Put your hands together
Now sing it
I won't cry
got that thing lock'd/like under sea see
Act'n like a ngh don't see
Prayers for my altar candle for my peace
Prayers for my altar candle for my peace
is Erick Sermon now want some and I'll flip
I'm far from a chump, I'm hardcore like Brooklyn
Mess with me and get your manhood token
Hardcore
hands up BAH nigga man down
Look, it's been a minute but we back now
Left the crib at 10 go tell them bitches I'm the man now
I'm getting to it and they
to look too
Well, Marty what did you do?
Well, I said look guys
I like you a lot
And I wanna play with you
But I can't look
At those pictures
I just can't
just wait like victims
I'll find out what they're up to
I'm so frightened please don't leave me!
We must know what their next move is
Laura, they don't
quit calling the house
If I call, you're en route
It's a drought, you look out
I'm on edge, you put the palm of your hand on my head, squeeze
Please
through with a fit that's tailored
No I don't need favours
Corbyn flex how I'm putting in labour
I'm a nice guy by nature
I just wanna make bread like
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