Lyrics:
From A Lemon
And A Lemon To A Lime
He Cuts The Beat In Half The Time
And As Sure Is 3 times 2 is 6
You'll Say Flash Is The King Of The Quick Mix
We
end up back where I started
Plan A, square 1, there's no escapin'
So I've come to realize my truth
Tryna live my full life until my time is through
All of my imagination
Even my self-preservation
Is yours in time
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter Furler, Steve Taylor and Phil Joel
©©2002
and eras of dads
An era to pass we out making moves
Your time is now up so don't go out sad
They foolish to think I'm another hood figure ski mask all black
chose
let's go, you better hit the gas and get your name unknown, bitch
Nigga, this is a TEC-9 (pew, pew, fah, fah)
Pull up at the right time, let
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
And niggas be frontin where the clothes go
(? )
What you spinnin' like young po
You hang around with the studio time
But nigga, what the fuck is you here fo'
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
the okie doke for long enough
Faith in the system, time to hang up
Faith in the village, time to build it up
Everything we stand on’s built wit’ our blood
So
with
Here we go again
How many times do I have to tell you rap niggas I have no friends? (Come on)
You still actin' up
Runnin' around here like some
with
Here we go again
How many times do I have to tell you rap niggas I have no friends? (Come on)
You still actin' up
Runnin' around here like some
I know it's time for me to go
When the sun is sitting low
In the sky tonight
The stars are putting on a show
We're the audience they chose
suck my cock
My brother say fuck a 9-5 I rather stay up on the block
I'm a young blood sucka, divine motha fucka
Don't think that you can talk to me how
Yeah, one two one two
Yeah, okay, now
You know who we got up inthis bitch
M.o., m.O.b.b.b
(Boy) lil' shorty wop (wop) young thuggin' in
wanna get up on it
Let me show ya how we do
Every time we drop that shit
You know we put it down for you
Hey hey
How many times you gonna crush
said "Cluck, I don't give a shit
If your girl kneel down and suck my dick"
It all happened and the guy tried to choke her
Nigga didn't care, she ain't
Every day I wake up, break a mirror till we make up
Fake a smile with my pay stub, wipe the blood right from my face off
I ain't seen nobody happy in
to say your petty rhymes"
"MC's you suck, you know how that go"
"I wish you'd hurry up cause you're wasting my time"
Laughter happens after master
your damn trunk
(Ayy, young blood) stay true to the game
Fuck them lames, keep it mothafuckin' G
(Ayy, young blood) nigga, I'ma tell you
Like
to go on a murder spree
It's crazy how time flies by and friends turn into your enemies
How you gonna hate me now when we're all in this World War 3
Yes, I'll die for my blood
Yeah
These family values that we espouse
Like a spouse repeating vows mean nothing till we fulfill em yeah
When going good is
homie) put your bezel up
(Ay) ain't nothin change
It's forever (Ante up)
I come with the medal up (Aw shit)
Right in VIP is where we'll settle up
I need
up the sticky
Not that barnyard hay
We just getting to the money
Then get on our way
Yep, 3 whips back to back
Followed by a Cadillac
Trucks, sluts
surrounded by dogs, for the love
Only niggas I fuck wit is thugs nigga what
Blood in blood out, vatos locos homes, so there's no chocos homes
When we smoke
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