Lyrics:
tips, massive damage
The path was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon
Chipped up, live by morals, don't get it mixed up
Diss what? Millionaire
my p's q's in my jeans
G-g-gee-whizz, my rides like superhero
Four five ceelo, look how good I reload
Right back at you, abide by the g-code
Click
told me he move to Qatar
Raise his seeds around billionaires
That's music to my ears
Like the shape of a guitar
This abstract like Q Tip
The quest is
at the neon signs
Like Q-Tip say Joni Mitchell never lie
And ya don't know what'chu got in this life
Ya finally find ya canvas 'n ya color it bright
bluffing, just check
Wit the crew, Pete Rock and CL Smooth very down to earth
And we didn't have to curse
Yea, yea the Abstract poet Q-tip of a Tribe
Uh uh uh Ooh
Uh uh they like Who
Yea yea nigga you know it's Q
Yea yea nigga you know it's Q
Uh uh uh Ooh
Yea yea they like who
Yea yea nigga you
Apocalyptical
I'm getting closer as I tip toe the edge
It's inside my head
Only hanging by a thread
I'm getting closer as I tip toe the edge
Look seems to be I
smokin, like em bad like that
Like you ain’t know I could get bad like that
Boy you got me open want you bad like that.
Give me just the - tip
In time my brother, In time
Everybody thinks Q-Tip is odd
'Cause holy, holy Q-Tip speaks of God
The changes of time arranges a rhyme
Rhymers (?)
Yo, from Y.O. to Q.B., they bang this shit
Shaolin' boys, they bang them fifths
Thug niggas know the code, lock and load
Hit 'em in the head, watch
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P
and then head to the booth
On the climb to the peak don't hit my phone because I'm making moves
Yeah
Move in silence like a king cobra suprise competition
it
I'm on the wockie, i'm going slow like a Motherfuckin' curise ship
Baby said everything go in and out one ear Like a Q-tip
My bitch acting up but
Caught in the middle
But I faught just to get to the
Spot where I got, oh God (God)
Guide like a missle
Till I get where I wanted
To get by my
Lil niggas claim that they're talking the hardest
Wouldn't even get booked for the gigs by their fathers
Out here tryna live the life of an artist
tips, massive damage
The path was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon
Chipped up, live by morals, don't get it mixed up
Diss what? Millionaire
the loot
Straight to the bag, that's how we move
Back on my P's and Q's
I hit the gas, I don't hit the snooze
Straight to the cash, I need the loot
Straight
me a try to kiss me enough? Hun?
Oh, please love meean French, French mean love, everybody love my accent
Why nobody like it? Q-Tip would write
me a try to kiss me enough? Hun?
Oh, please love meean French, French mean love, everybody love my accent
Why nobody like it? Q-Tip would write
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Yeah I'm drunk, I'm
would play Q-Tip in the Q before you knew T.I.P.
And before you knew T.I.P.
I was tippin' strippers properly to Pussy Poppin'.
So, when you ask me
forget about me
I got my brothers by my side so forget about it
(Chorus)
Suli4Q: I put family over everything
Yeah Yeah
Jaii Aiche: I got a quarter
trickin' and my Tribe
Be on a Quest like Tip and them
On every avenue puttin' the full clip in em
Splittin' and strippin' em down while spittin' a round
listening
Can boost this scene and do sick things to
Human beings acoustic screams like who kissed Gene
My news hit streets like Q-Tip beats so view big
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