Lyrics:
straight up
I feel like I'm the same as when I came up
It's still fuck a record label
Still fuck a manager
Still do it all with my girl from my home
Yeah, I
And all my would-be enemies, yeah they're soon to die
Livin in this warzone, we frequent fly at home
Many of us grow violent prone, ain't tryin to be dyin
I'm blessed but they're saying that I'm lucky
Selling fast food, I could have ended up a junkie
Look at all the people that we won over
Sex
'm hardly at home
Every other night in jail, got you patient by the phone
Wanna shake it cause I can't take it got me livin' in Hell
Like I'm walkin' with
he's goin' home)
Mr. Jones, please pick up the telephone
(It's too late, he's goin' home)
Mr. Jones, I need you, Mr. jones
(It's too late, they're goin
Delorean, and Mr. Bars, how about that?
We some Queensbridge niggaz that ain't all about rap
We own streets, run websites, log on
To the one and only,
cappuccino
Pussy rappers so high, high heels
I see things a little different, Tarantino
Mr mac, shit, something you have missed
Y'all are stunned by the double
Intelligence Over Taking)
Over taking then I'm back home
Blood
Sweat
Tears
Heart
Less stress
More love
Blessed
Cursed
All the above
I thank God if they're up
like a keeps
Snatch a nigga chain, Talib, Talib Kweli
I could be lyrically, but I put on cleats
Scribbled lines goin' through my mind like a paper
go home!" is an order, so you must use the ...?
(lifts Brian by his hairs)
B: The ... imperative.
C: Which is?
B: Ahm, oh, oh, "I", "I"!
C: How many
girls dance
Hey
Well the fillies are kickin' but this chicken's goin' home to roost
I'm waitin' in the car cuz I need another boost
Tried to buy me
I wish you'd come on back and make it all right
Before they're called home, boy
Homeboy
Come on home, boy
Homeboy
Come on home, boy.
on home, boy,
Come on home, boy
You can't hold back the hands of time,
Mama's goin' grey, and so is daddy's mind
I wish you'd come on back and make it all
all over the world)
Can't decide (oh) which one I'll be takin' home (I'll be takin' home)
(I can take you home right now, s-so many girls)
They're
really like most why y'all cowards
I'ma show you how to swing the chrome for real
Dog this year we goin' bring it home for real
What you want to bet
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
Big bro be goin' through it sometimes but
Know that I'm doin' this so that y'all can be aight
Let me check my call log real quick, uh
I gotta make a few
some heat, and put the word on the street
(Bad N-Fluenz, motherfucka) And bitch I'm working the beats
Straight gangsta shit, cause that's all we know
That's right, Public Enemy number one (One)
Twenty years
It's been a long and whining road
Even though time keeps a changin'
I'ma bring it all back
was back in the days
But I ain't goin' back to that, Hell Naw! No Way!
Man you know I go ape, man I'm Breezo Da Great
Stackin' all of these chips like
that'll follow you and go to your home
Thought you ball, but nigga you fall to my defense
Catch you while you reachin, clip you then I cross you then I
drive
Now I'm home alive
My life would be different with you by my side
So what the fuck you want what the fuck you need
I'm tired of these women always
wanna get murked by the boy
My shit is military
Y'all's is like a nursery toy
It's hurtin' you boys (BLRATT)
My team ain't even hungry, we famished
I
done yet
When it's all set and done
Do you think you number one?
With music, did you get make a ton?
Did you get to do everything you want by the sunset?
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