Lyrics:
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the taking
And what I need
thirst
[Method Man]
No doubt dummy out
bets pull the money out
niggas walk a funny route
this is what its all about?
young guns
get the Benjamins
Her grind is not twenty four seven
But that bitch on her shit from ten to six (Grind)
That be the reason that I feel the bitch
By
thunder, thunder over thunder road
Thunder was his engine and white lightning was his load
There was moonshine, moonshine to quench the devil's thirst
Living in turbulence been hurting since I recall
Close the curtain is it worth it if I just withdrawal
To numb the pain on my brain smoking drinking
Intro"I dont worry ill tell you im a man who believes that ive died 20 years ago and i live like a man who is dead already i have no fear whatsoever
Bitch, you ain't stop none, why you wanna change me
Bitch, you can't phase me
Been around the world and you know it's still the same me
This is Section
Over a decade ago
Cuz a seed take time to cultivate
Just remember our physical
Destination is a grave
Since a youngin was little
And took a sip
an issue
I push it off, I don’t wanna go through
The pain it wont get me over you
It's the worst I’m cuffed
I got the thirst of lust
And when I see that butt
King Kong, cause
I'm headed to the top, I'm taking off Her top, while she giving me top, I'm Never gonna stop
I see a bad bitch in the club, walked Over
this be over? Can I be saved?
Through this endless maze, a monster in my face
The smell of blood is all around
This world is now my killing ground
By my
Carry out the death sentence with deadly vengeance
What I'm seekin is your head on a skillet
Soakin in burgundy liquid
Self inflected wounds fill pounds
Rhythms runnin' free
Beat takes over me
The music fills my soul, again
Finally feeling' me
Sun beats down on me
The air I breath is back, again
the stroke
Baby taking all the seamen like she really is a boat
Kill the pussy like IT, yea they really all float
She ain’t scared of the moment but she
I guess we stuck inside our ways
And everyone is looking for a way to get praise
From strangers just to comfort and seem okay
Like a moth over fire
no kind of sense to me
You can make me feel so proud
You can make me holler ow
Girl, you make me want to dance and sing
My mind is blown and you're
questions why
The only game you know is do or die
Ah-ha-ha
The game he plays he plays for keeps
Hustlin' times and ghetto streets
Tryin' ta get over
(That's
What's wrong with taking
What you can't have
Led by your instincts
When you break things
Excuses for all
No more
Ruptured your soul
Swallowed you whole
things not meant to be focused on
Potential is global
Meant to be mogul
Born to be king
Penciling potent
Cee how H.P.
Crafted scrolls
My tatts by HB
and you know imma kill it
Mom don't understand. I'm too fast, she can't hear it
She think I be scrambled like eggs on a skillet
But I'm the best a man can
Live and learn
Life is a lesson
And I'm gonna teach it
First I'm gonna crawl, then I'm gonna walk
Then I'm gonna stand, then I'm gonna talk
Looking like food
Man is a waste he playing to lose
Man is a yout with nothing to prove
They walk down the path that I pave with my shoes
I try to be humble
Lucas while I'm sipping wine
Michael Phelps the gold is all mine
Taking the torch man it's my time
There is no way I do not shine
I feel so elated yes
breath-taking
Especially after eight
That's what they're saying
Rumor's she's been dead for a while
Killed by the hands of those she's defied
Little do they
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