Lyrics:
the Heights you know we got it "open"
Cops got their night sticks chasing kids who pull licks
Down in EC they got it "open"
This is broken-back-rap trick,
a short time, he coming with everything he got
The angels in chains, the geese of Egypt still beneath their rock
Keep it cocked, when in the top, stay
the sound)
This is the sound
(This is the sound)
Of yesterday shutting down
It's coming around
This sleepy town
(This is the sound y'all)
This is the sound
up the Cohiba getting blunted by the pound
I made it to the top, who thought I rubbled from the ground
Bird city, who holdin' it down, me and my man
Told you I was bout to do it big, huh?
Came in this game as a kid huh
Still down ten toes in this shit huh
First nigga talk that crippin' to your
yesterday,
Down at Lincoln Junior High.
I remember what the kids used to say,
As we'd go strolling by.
[Chorus]
Time goes rolling by.
They say that
of my lungs, you gots to get down
Now, they heard the sound and wanna give the kid a pound
on the down low *whispering* Relax baby, keep it underground
I'll have you weak in the knees that you could hardly speak
Or we could do like Uncle L and swing an ep in my Jeep
Keep it on the down, yo, we keep it
that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Yo check it now, yo, yo
Your hoe
make me flip and catch a damn bid
Representin from the 'Bridge, you know how it is
My name is Big Noyd, stomp em out kid
[Mobb Deep
that yesterday's gone
cll my sins are forgiven
I've been washed by the blood
There's a kind of thing that just breaks a man
Break him down to his knees
It was so easy that night
Should have been strong
Yeah I lied
Nobody gets me like you
Couldn't keep hold of you then
How could I know what you
whatever what mess
Buju say how could you rise up every living day
Telling your kids everything is OK
When you look at life you'll see it slipping away
of the yesterdays
They eat me up inside
They’re burning like a blazing fire
Which I just cannot hide
The memories of the yesterdays
Keeps on pulling me down
No
of the yesterdays
They eat me up inside
They’re burning like a blazing fire
Which I just cannot hide
The memories of the yesterdays
Keeps on pulling me down
No
I'll have you weak in the knees that you could hardly speak
Or we could do like Uncle L and swing an ep in my Jeep
Keep it on the down, yo, we keep it
Today's still like yesterday
Still some kids have no toys to play
We're all concerned but we tune away
Ebelajesi anitusaweti sana
Today's still like
to keep our pockets, paid)
Although we grindin' we on the grind and cause we tryin' to reach our destiny
(Tryin' to reach our destiny kid)
Whether it's
it's tough
Very myself
(Living by myself)
By myself
(Paranoid as hell)
As hell
(Do)
(Yesterday tomorrow)
(Do, but somehow)
But somehow
(Do) Yeah
(I keep
Get your paper right and that yay some good
But just keep a tool in your lap
My lil' patna holding that work
Nigga want weight then keep around back
paper right and that yay some good
But just keep a tool in your lap
My lil' patna holding that work
Nigga want weight then keep around back
Betta not
Get your paper right and that yay some good
But just keep a tool in your lap
My lil' patna holding that work
Nigga want weight then keep around back
yesterday, yeah
I bleed like a cracked egg on a tin roof
On a hot summer day, wishing it would rain
Prayin' for those less fortunate
Squirmed by those
Bitch I’m tryna get
Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, paid!
Weigh it up, break it down, bag it up, Slang!
Work that 9-5 but can’t let shit
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