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everybody in the building, my nigga L
My nigga Gab, my whole Murder Inc. mob
Yo, you know how we do, yo, yo all my niggas
This here is exodus! Say
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Navsbeatsass
Know I'd do it all for you
Knowing that I got a lot of things that you
Ey you know what time it is, right, hahahaha
Khaligraph Jones, hey Dax what's good
You ready?
Big shout out to Vinc on the beat btw
Let's get 'em
Chinese or Cuban we all human
Rational’s too bigoted for me I’m just assuming
You showing racist narratives I’ll show you they ain’t true man you man
chips get low, that's what my old lady for
Can you hear me dog nigga, do you feel me dog
All my niggaz in the game feel the same way
Getting honey
I’m mike Jones who? Mike Jones
Back then no hoes
Asking for phone numbers all no’s all no
My confidence was so low oh so alone
Now that I’m on we are
and by now you should have your proof
This the last track on this joint man this ain't no interlude
Welcome to the outro
You made it through but I'm
fun
(Musical Interlude)
The world is confused
You read it in the news
Every day they're finding something new
Oh, yeah
Girls are more fun
For those
let her down
She wanted you to be "you", her child
And not Mrs. Jones' child, Peter
And so, in many ways, we're all taught this
For example, the main
overseas (shit) , Why you all on me? (Oh me) (x2)
[Interlude]
Oh Me , Oh My (Several times)
[Verse 1]
I'm like Oh Me!, I just might cop me a lease
rock
your only love never brings you joy?
What's left for you?
All this art in me took arteries out my chest for you
Until I'm all out of breath
With my dogs
on baby what's with sudden devotion
I trade a river of tears for just a little emotion
You can curse my name pin it up with my picture
And say it's the last
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
let me introduce myself my name is Mr. Russell Jones
Excuse me for that one I had to let that one low ah
And tonight, you're going to see that you
b****ing for?
Is to put the is in all
Furs his or hers b**** go pitch it whore
No disrespect Mami, no disrespect at all
In a year or two maybe you can
Still got news for anyone who's convinced
They could hack a send
That's all my shit out the way
Still here but here's
Where this ends, I'll catch you
All
there for you
Nothin' but love
Hit-boy on the boards
Your man, the maestro himself, Mr Jones
It's just natural like
That's what it gotta be
Shout
Written by Rickie's father, Richard Jones, as a lullaby for her
Live at the Wiltern Theatre (1992)
Don't feel bad
Because the sun went down
The night
message gets you down
Then I CC'd every girl that I'd see see round town and
I hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smiling
Wetness all around me,
just for you
You know who you are
For the Devins and the Cicis
Ya the Josh's and the Jamie's
All the producers
Who created all my beats
You are amazing
[Interlude: Method Man]
Flicks... sluggy... one time
For your muthafuckin' mind
Wu-Tang Forever, this is just the next chamber, baby
(Fish filet, fish
the minimum throw praise like the song and the interludes
Make the speakers peak out here searching for my pinnacle dripping like
we in a pool, you acting rude
you to monitor my perimeter (I want to car for mine)
Got me Accord, take me to judge
Sittin' broke
Nominated at awards
Back in the days drivin'
for some shows or for my take off flight
You niggas rookies getting laid off twice
Man I don't understand it I toss white like soft balls but y'all
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