Lyrics:
irrelevant
But it's definite I spit more than speech impediments
Brooklyn's the residence, the best and it's evident
We got them niggas P-E-Nuts, like they
on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas, yeah
Ride with Champagne P
If it wasn't for the struggle then I wouldn't be me
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but
into rights
Promise never to forget this
Turn the darkness into light
ما راح ننسى يا لبنان
قصة وطن مكتوبة بقيمة
Grasp for air they hear a cry
turn off the lights and park
Get out the car, unlock, fill out the chopper and let it chop
Walk off like nothing happened, give a fuck bout a cop
See me rolling
Windows smoking
Smell that weed
You know that's me
Came up in the game
Cashing checks til I R.I.P
What it for
Five up for the P
That's
Humble prophets 'bout truth, the devious
'bout nothing From the bottom to the top's the p"th
No p"tience like w"it, think I forgot my m"sk
Throw the kind"
rebound and I block out
A no hitter Nigga nothings sweeter
Than the opposition when it drops out
Like Bama Duchie never clock out
Speeding by you better
I'm with you wrong or right
See imma spazz
I got shifty eyes
I see in the future
Ain't my mans tryin catch me lacking
Okay imma shoot ya
She
Adventure seeker on an empty street
Just an alley creeper, light on his feet
A young fighter screaming, with no time for doubt
With the pain
p
Lord by my side you'll see
I'll Cleveland Brown this beat but I'm still a family guy like Pete
Lean and bop when I step on street
Nike boy just
service, She likes the sound.
By 2am we were hitting the town.
Chorus: Ride on the beat, bottles on ice, never shy on the beat, V.I.P. lights. Give me two
won't be bought, be stole, or borrowed
For that I'll stay, you know my promise is not hollow
By your side, in secret to protect the light
In your eyes, I
Turn it up (turn it up)
Swizz Beats the monster
(Fix ya face, Ruff Ryders)
Let's do it
(D-Block) E-V-E, Styles P. and Sheek
(Whats up, whats up)
first
(I hope they ready)
A lot of p**** n**** talk like bro
Little runnin' they mouth
That is till run in they house
Put the gun in they mouth
a fucking drive-by
Riggety rolled on them slow in the Cadillac
Silkk behind the wheel, me and King in the pack
Master P in the passenger seat getting
day when all my brothers rise
With the angels and my niggers by my side
On the day when we all stand before His eyes
I pray we turn from darkness
the brakes, hit the lights and wow, there go them bricks
Slide through the hood (Hood!) sittin on some big wheels
Niggaz coppin white and turn flips like
the brakes, hit the lights and wow, there go them bricks
Slide through the hood (Hood!) sittin on some big wheels
Niggaz coppin white and turn flips like
what we owe our forbearers, one another, and generations to follow.
So with purpose and resolve, we turn to those tasks of our time. Sustained by faith,
rolled by Spaniard soldiers
Started off broke, had visions of lavish
All I had was purpose that was driven with passion
Bosses in my circle turn that talk
cge old night turn into light
Only in solitude will you find
c spell to be cast
c time to be heard, to be free
The shroud of an old mystery
cnd here
I can see the future its looking like we floating through the sky
I can't wait to live in glory and eternal passing by
Won't you take her will
I'm
to ball
He said give me a week bro it's coming
Replace a phone everytime I make a call
A week came by and he sent a new girl
Flying wit' P's on the plane
mind, sit back and hold on tight
Turn the dials and watch the years go by
Light years away, far beyond our sun
Turn the dials, into the void we fly
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