Lyrics:
forsake thee
I must do, so must you
Now will you go with me
I will build a home for you
To keep you warm each winter
Lemon lilies at your door
I come from Bed-Stuy
Where niggas either do or they gon' die
Gotta keep the ratchet close by
Someone murdered, nobody seen, nobody heard it
Just
pick up
While u ponder I'm pickin yo queen up
You a actor I'm fuckin yo scene up
U niggas ain't real u must be on film
All of this grass all of this tree
Us We better Wise Up
We Must learn the time and what must be done and Rise Up
A political puppet show pacifies us in our Tombs
While the fate
go blow no be by false (no be by false)
I'm a musician no be for mouth
Just go and try ya luck
Just go and show ya talent
Just bowl down and pray
Season)
Go hard
From slap-and-cry you start to die
So I must go harder
Gotta make these bitches know me
Just like Bobby know water
Better yet, like
murderer!
He must be found!
Hounded out by everyone!
Met with hatred everywhere!
No kind word from anyone!
No compassion anywhere!
Christine,
show, I must go
With my soul by my hand
Where I stand it's my role, it's my soul
It's my show, it's my show
the livest ones
New York, L.A., Atlanta, V.A., Miami, D.C., tell me!
Bon Jour, baby here go my brochure
Give me a phone call, I'll show you
[Queen Latifah]
Mercifully mercifully mercifully massacre Naughty By Nature
Through it ever time comin at a dance
My man Treacherous MC go
tumbing queen
Like the most amazing light show you've ever seen
Whirling, swirling, never blue
How could you go and die, what a lonely thing to do
Silence
their fortress
Kidnap the queen, rode away on white horses
Name me king
Name me king
Brick by brick I built my fortress
My queen beautiful, Lamborghini
or die
Forever by my side
Baby you and I
I must testify
I wanna see us for eternity
Holding it down with loyalty
Through everything baby you’re my queen
the band
Road man, slow it down
And you will get there safe and sound
He says, no, no, no, the show must go on
Road man, driving like a mad man
Game, you mad nuts, how you gon' call out all these
*** knowin' damn well they gon' call me?
The only dream of that ghetto prom queen
Was to make it
dream, of that ghetto prom queen
Was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen
Maybe get chose by a nigga from my team
Head so good he don't ask for
but not back that
Coming a thirst trap gyal pon Snapchat
Ah wah kind of crap dah
By now I know you must hate losing
Badding up your pride on your
a fine wine
Write the book of love, line by line
But I wanna play with you, ooh, mmm, right now
Go all the way with you, baby, and show you how
I come from Bed-Stuy
Where niggas either do or they gon' die
Gotta keep the ratchet close by
Someone murdered, nobody seen, nobody heard it
Just
you must be like a
Blind
Blind Hippy
Right
Turn the telly to Gomorrah for the night
Bring up any drug and anyone you like
Pick ya poison I ain't never
grab the mic, these boys be like he gon' show off
And every time I put the mic down, them boys say man that boy show off
He go off I'ma let these boys
Braveheart
I wanna live, the way my brother lives
I shall not die
(never) , why must we be so high?
I pray to God
(please God) take me to your path
And show
at her go
Look at her go
That girl she bad and she know it
Look at her go
Look at her go
Look at her go
And she ain't afraid to show it
Look at her go
Look
at her go
Look at her go
That girl she bad
And she know it
Look at her go
Look at her go
Look at her go
And she ain't afraid to show it
Look at her go
Look
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