Lyrics:
a body
Then somebody reported you
You got caught and had to bring
Some lawyers in the court witchu
When you was on the ball court
Lettin' niggas score
like I'm Toad
Hop in the forth, that four-forty-four close
It's on, soon as you see 'em, let go
Reloaded it and dump it some more
So we posted up by
baby I like the taste (Okay)
Number 84 (Four), I up the score on these bitches
I said with God as my witness, I handle my business
I'm out of this bitch,
that album
The Score by The Fugees
Or Bob Marley's greatest hits
The Legend album
Or the Blueprint
Or Abbey Road
Or something that
When you hear it
because I been stacking lettuce
4th quarter 4th and inches I'm going to score if they let us
I'm trying to turn up done turned hustling to a fetish
I ain't
on poor natives
I've come to believe with some degree of certainty
This place locks hearts away as well as the chains you see
But I am stilled by scripture
headed to D.C. two by twos
Cause those low down, profound, killin' four blues
Lookin' for my Congressman to make it well known
But the politicians
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
I just landed in,
listen up, I'll spit some fire
Talking 'bout hacking, it's my desire
KiwiBot's in my sight, gonna take it down
With Anonymous by my side, we'll wear
like (Like)
If I slide I'ma shoot from the jump
Be-Beam on a glock I'm with gang on the hunt like
Uppin' the score tryna make us some runts
Like like
left
Stay centered not enough
Too late can't enter tough
Hollow human theft
Now our mentor
Oh it's so rough
Four score and seven years ago
Just a fancy
swore.
"There's colors there in your exhaust I've never seen before".
"Just gum'ment forms", said Murphy, "and rulebooks by the score".
"To help me trim
you would be over me by now?
So you go sleepin' with them clowns, they are no relief
She spoke her piece, I know, capisce
So love must be let go,
Talking bout i'm guilty by association ight
That ain't work, I ain't done that, so what you talking about
Hundred some shots, I pull up, I'm at your
the score We want some more and still gon' flex
Speaking on them niggas Cause I know they silent when they press
Heard a lot of oppositions Got permission
the grand prize
I'm entranced by your looks, come and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in a can like some Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small,
Boo thang
I'm tryna show you some new things
It's never one we a two thing
If I know nothing know two things
Know that I'm tuned in
And never would
falling bells shattered the great wooden beams below. By some grace, the tower of San Mercuriale was spared.
[Family Story]
Narrator:
One family named
leave without you
Off Bacardi pour a four, still some questions bout you
I'm surrounded blurry faces, seeing double, count two
I'm so crowded by the both
alibi ain't gone work
Ain't it somethin' how them niggas from out that three be doin' that dirt?
Score a quarter from oh-oh, rock it up by four-four
by one
I tell Dem I rock Dem two by two
I tell Dem I rock Dem three by three
cn'a Dem four by four untill Dem sing my song
Itta rhythm n Soul ya
We
She my little whore
Every time that we undressing then we set the score
She impressed I eat the pussy like a 4 for 4
When we fucking then she leaving
While you still sittin' in spots, ditchin' the cops
I'm in the Porsche Box with Fox, glistenin' watch
War steel gray, Lexus, GS-4
Desert Eagle metal
its 12 at the door
My life GTA I just made me a new score
Didn't have no red so I poured up a four
Got me hell of bands but I still want me some more
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