Lyrics:
whole jaw connect too
I select you, so motherfucker bow down
Niggas swear Tha Pound got so much style
So many styles
So many styles (style)
So many
you still in my mind
When I'm out picking two tho
How many times have you been lied to
Or mislead
Poisoned by hands that have fed
Pick pocketed by your
sense anymore
So why why why na because say no pure love
To make everything fresh and clean so
Pure love say na one by one eh
No be two by two ooh
Lemme
in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me
I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots
And fiends that smoke rocks
I've seen far too many niggas'
X, 2X, 2X, 2X
Count my bank up 2X, 2X, 2X, 2X
2X, 2X 2X, 2X
2X, 2X 2X, 2X
Fuck me a bitch like 2X, 2X, 2X, 2X
By that European whip 2X, 2X (uh)
I gotta
One more try
We have too far to stop, now
Yeah, Dilla
One more try
It is all that we have now
Two DJ's, one microphone
We freestyle, we write
happiness
Record happiness
Record
Record levels of happiness
Let's go to 2 o'clock
Yeh, I think it's nice to sometimes just record happiness
Ah shit how do
clever lyricist
Hi-see the pearl rabbit never fear a bitch
K and D from 2nd II None my homies from elementary
To the new century
Well, I guess by
many times I couldn't see what really I had
(Better count your blessings)
Now as we head into the year two thousand
And more and more people can't
made sacrifices, I been ballin' ever since
We seein' so many blessin's, shit don't make no sense
Someone watchin' over us, so shout goes out to him
Stepan Bandera
What is your cover story? War on Russian terror?
Come two twenty-four twenty twenty-two
All hell breaks loose, and now there's nothing I
I just pray you make it make sense one day
Why I had to suffer and feel all this pain
God gives His hardest battles to His strongest soldiers
it to god
Cuz I know I’ll be straight
Too many rappers
Too many fakes
Too many leeches
Too many snakes
I’m on my grind
You couldn’t relate
We just two
sense (no sense, no sense)
(no sense, no sense)
(no sense, no sense)
[Verse 2]
I’ve given you right
But you left
Tried to make up for your past
But
can be real for two seconds
First order of business
I gotta fly out my people
Way too many fakes in my face
I can see the evils
Drug addictions, bad
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on the floor, let me show you how we do
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on the floor, let
'm hoppin' outta shorty whip
I'm by the tel, across exxon by the shell
Sense of urgency on the cell
We gon' pick you up, when ya flight land
We in a tight
family
That's my word
We gettin ready to turn this s*** to the two and three zeros
Ya know what I'm sayin
Have all the clocks goin backwards
Have
Well, well
Let me call this Part Two
Cause I've been making so many songs to fall in love to
Whenever I'm singing songs you be confused
Cause I be
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
to get by
Shoved the knife right into my back
Now I'd only wish that you would die
You thought you had us all fooled
You worthless fuck I hope you
Choke
look at that girl she's pretty
But I fear she's from the big city
Why don't you just have some confidence?
The shit you think don't make a lot of sense
to multiply by starting really slow.
Practice each and every day, and all the facts you’ll know.
4 x 1 is 4
4 x 2 is 8
4 x 3 is 12
4 x 4 is 16
4 x 5 is 20
ran one lap
Ran so far from the streets that you can't come back
You tripping with nowhere to unpack, forgot that
In front of two-inch glass and Arabs
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