Lyrics:
the heat on deck, but in God we trust
And cant none of y'all, fuck wit us
But you can run up on the G but that's not thinking wisely
These pullas are
around my way
Timb boots and dough galore, two techs by the door
So, when the po-po come, I can take them to war
[raekwon]
Same subject, techs and royalty
bust-a-bust
I keep the heat on deck, but in God we trust
And can't none of y'all, fuck wit us
But you can run up on the G but that's not thinkin' wisely
like he changing his style again
You can't predict when I'm rhyming man
I'm just a rhyming man
Blind by the light but I still see it shining in
No Mercy
can save us
If you have an addiction
Owe up to it
Use moderation
Don't abuse it
Wanna go cold turkey
Then, do it
Quit complaining
Stop the excuses
Can't
plane, take me higher
The problem is I can't always be next to you
And at times, I may forget a text or two
Smoking on these vegetables
Could make ya boy
)
Interlude
VERSE2:
Woman On my Waist Can’t Trust her
We stuck in our Ways like Ushers
Other other ones don’t do it the same Way
She was In my Zone
you bastards, two classics
Between me, Puff and Usher it was too drastic
Between me, Puff and Gin was true magic (yeah you remember her)
Cause everybody
It's way too difficult, i don't often tell the truth
I swear these lies aren't meant for you
They meant for girl number two
It's way too difficult,
(skrrt)
And my diamonds bustin' (bling)
Moonwalkin' like Usher (Usher)
Two decades plus in
Writin' the motive (motive)
I look up at the ceiling
cookin up hickory
Dickory dock, my glock tucked by the scrotum
It's Theodore, our chips' all in, you can't hold 'em
'cause the Pips be stinky like Pepi
need to stop, I'm in a toxic hold
And shit I'm feeling like my pops disowned me
At least that’s what it feel like when
You stop by your homie crib
the hands stop tickin and the holes rotten
And the sails get broken you'll all be down
[Interlude: Bizzy Bone]
Yeahhh, gimme that water baby
It's gonna drive
these bitches be runnin'
My clip as least holds a fifty, fuck it, fifty-two
This smoke has got us litty, but your flow shitty too
Yeah they can't hear my
the pressure to excel for the folks
Gotta hold it down or expelled by my woes, look
INTERLUDE
And through this time
He realized
What he gotta do
HOOK
Watch
teenage hustlers
Street grinders, paper chasin scrapin busters
By keepin dust up noses and caine homes; pipes and cans
So they want they ride candy
I got funk by the ounce to make you bounce
to the bus stop, and flash back to the wop
Now I got the +Vibeology+, in a funky way
Somethin Paula Abdul
and "Don't Believe the Hype, "
"Can't Do Nuttin' For You Man"
"911 is a Joke" twenty years
We got here by actin' like common folk
Tourin' the world like
copped two
Don't talk to my bitch 'cause she in a mood
And this song is replacing the interlude
He a middle man always stay in the loop
You got minivans
[shooting]
[movie like speech:]
Frankie: Okay, this is the picture. Johnny's been hurt. He's been hurt bad.
Woman: Look, we can't leave him here,
know the classics by heart
And exactly how the filler go
Repeat it on my way to the liquor store, Charlie
[Interlude]
What's up, what's down what down
Green faces keep me comfortable
Dance on em like usher do
Stayed out all night tryna get you off my mind
Let all this cash burn but I can't waste my
Mitchell & Ness
I’m addicted to guap, I can’t even stop; I’m feeling like usher cuz I must confess
HOOK-
on to the potent exposure of rodents
That we let to come between us through these indirect quotin's
Interlude 2:
You see what I'm telling you?
Just different in
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