Lyrics:
the beavers nem' mad man new neighborhood wit my partner and them
They see we getting racks mam keep your boujee ass off my yard tryna' film
Living too big i
breathable textile,
fibroid matt with blood from
hand in torture, all that blood
breathed by manchester babies,
all that blood drunk by the man
in
like
Matt Murdock
All glory to
Jehovah Tsidkenu
Receive the power that
He gives to you
And you'll never
Be miserable
We are more then conquerors homie
remember that time?
When we were driving
I think it was you, me, and Matt
And it was in your Honda Accord
And we almost fucking died
And it was like
Matt Nice a wizard I swear he a wizard
Been feeling wavy by myself but ain't no drink or pill
Put a dozen blunts up in the air yea
In the air yea
Light
Hustled hard
They rooted
I would fail
Raising up
My daughter by myself
Coming from the bottom
Now we up
Used to hit the switch
And pop the trunk
Lost
put my cards down and hit these..hot buttons
"-Matty?- it's matt let me ask you something mate
I just come from london you know we're meeting with
Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Wop
Well my day startin' crazy, my pack ain't fuckin' make it
The feds investigating, some of my niggas turned fugazi
I
more time put your right hands
over your hearts for the soldiers here we go were about
to blow look out below chris take it away lets go
[Eminem]
Yea
than this, whoopin' niggaz down like Jack Nich
When I backflip my tactic graphics
Ooh! Redman jams it in
Due to difficulties I won't be done by ten
on the jeans Matt wore
To the first show. We're on the road
May 22nd, '06
Zoli just tried to ignite a Roman candle stick
We're troubling the stateside with
people
Now we roll up backwoods
Way back we were doing three pull
Kidubuzzlightyear Bandi Zuru is the sequel
I'm more than focused now
Got my Priorities
"Hello, children
Hello
Are you ready?
Then we'll begin"
Ey
Hier sind die Beginner, woo
Yeah
Das is' für die alten Zeiten
Für den alten
Waitin for my next hit like a nigga boxin
(And the NEWWW!) On this mic you can see I'm blessed
Some say I'm the (One), like (KRS)
Shoutout to Clue, Flex
to be hotter than a MOTHERFUCKER out there
So crack a brew, roll a blunt, cause the phone lines are open right now
We've expanded to cities like Atlanta,
the v we do drive bys
Drilling and teching wit the nice guys
Hitting your bitch we got soul ties, think it's a game man you'll be surprised
Look
Ain't
[Redman]
Bricki-di-roaw!
Steppin' out the crowd throwin' bolo's
Flicki-di-flame, owh! when chrome .44's
Loadin' it up, packin' it back, ready
what's the matter?
We get hot sex served on a platter
Nick nack paddy wack givin' Matt a boner
So much paper but we ain't stoners
Go'n get wild for
White and Matt McDougall
My first manager was Derek Lejeune and that lasted one afternoon
But he got me my first show at a place called Café Au Lait
all fall down
They will all bow down
We know no bounds
Listenin' to Onyx, I'm slammin' like I'm demonic,
I'm father to a by-product of my neurotic,
This country has been surprised by the way the world looks now. They don't know if they want to be Matt Dillon or Bob Dylan. They don't know if they
let's lay the rim
You call, you finna miss the catch
Talk to me if you be on some shit, I'm ballin' 86
Walk with me, let's see how far we make it, we was
for a famous fuck
Approached her at this gala see
If she came to bluff
Kanye's 30th, Louie Vuitton store
The top floor
Custom suit's tailored by Tom
Not by our power, not by our might
But we're powered by God
We see far
We go far
We do more
We are more
Not by our power
Not by our might
But we
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