Lyrics:
become my inspiration (My inspiration)
Gloria where have I been? (Where have I been?)
All these years I've been listening to Jim
Get out of the way
Yo (damn) Young Buck where my money at man
My niggas is playing what nobody
In here but you, spyder and Mase
There's supposed to be three
Hundred
them bugs by my bed
They still thinkin' that we coppin' sellin raw
Tryin' to put us through them Rico and them Rockefeller' laws
I'm in L.A. the top
Got a baby by another girl
In relations with three other girls
I feel so ashamed
We argue about the same thing
See it’s killing me to see you
dwindled a bit. My house was guarded by two tropical fish. Bali was extremely hot in the afternoons and the conversations with the prince drifted along
high
Gettin by
Livin' life
Like if you won't ever
Die Da da
It's only today
Tomorrows too late
We all on our way
To the star dust
From dust we all came
CONVERSATIONS FROM A SPEAKEASY (Feat. OMNI)
(M. Lambert/D. Smith/B. Francis/J. McDonald)
Produced by Suffa for Suffering City Productions
Written
Three free more and I did it more than 4
She gon run my feelings so I ran straight threw the door
Eyy
Three free more and I did it more than four
She
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
I'm kissing the devil coochie, finger in her ass
I love the sight of human flesh ripped by glass
I'll stalk a motherfucker while they on they way
ten jewels now tell 'em
It's one purpose, one goal, two halves
Get a whole, three niggaz, one song (for sho!)
Five ways, six days, seven plus
my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came what?
We off the chain, plus we plottin on the chain, what?
Know ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in
The mic was passed and that's when I found out
(People from everywhere watchin the show)
(You're intrigued by the way I do my thing)
(People from
minutes, three minutes
Tick, tock,
The universe and I be hip, locked
Meaning walk side by side, thoughts lost in my mind
Imma rock til I die, imma live
clones was born
Yo I know that's corny, no, speaking of corn
Aye yo, fellas wait
Yo Em you three should go celebrate
And what better place to take you
by success
Even though God's blessed they're still not impressed
The way they once treated me they still treat me
It's nothin different now cause I'm
Mariana Trench
And thinkin', holdin' my breath, until I feel 3-2 like Wretch
Until my last bastard breath
I'ma cut man down on a barberous flex
Who
Ahh yeah mic check 1, 2
Eightball and MJG space-age forever
[Eightball]
It was some what early, I was on my way
To get me some hay from my
will)
Mr. Sandman, bring 'em a dream, infa-red light beams
Homicide scene, perfect world
By any means get cream
Just don't let it come
my name now
Created balance for myself so I can get some things
Made ten albums by the time that I was 17
Y'all paved the way inspired me to become
[Cam'ron] (intro)
You do what you do where you live
I do what i do where i live
That's what makes me nigga, and that's just the way it is nigga
uhh,
a jog,
You seem to be just like Pharell Williams sneaking up on Snoop Doggy Dogg.
INF3.
Hey bro, what did I ever do to upset you am I by all means
Lincoln
Then Mr. B.S. beat his gums
And testified to me,
"Joe's washing the short,
Changing da oil
He'll be here by three."
So the little hand hits
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