Lyrics:
ecstasy
(Kissin', touchin', caressin')
You know that you don't have to leave (tonight)
Sayin', "why didn't I go home with you tonight?" (ah ha, yo)
In
gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go!
(Joe Budden)
Them wolves is out nigga
(Ransom)
media's a tool to extort
To take your mind away until you distort Don't even have a say, they just click report
Or they look at you on storyboard Times
Arthur on the table with Johnny riding a shotgun
Chatted some more, one more drink at the bar
Then put Van on the jukebox, got up to dance
You know
to soundcheck
And our mics are screwed up, and his always sound best
You know what, man? I'ma say somethin'
Ayo Em, you got somethin' to say? Man, nothin'
I
to soundcheck
And our mics are screwed up, and his always sound best
You know what, man? I'ma say somethin'
Ayo Em, you got somethin' to say? Man, nothin'
I
out
Judge my character of what I like will get you knocked out
I tend to spend my nights writing lyrics instead of going out
Physically I got no
what my state of mind
Keep the blocks over there, we call it Lego land
Meanwhile the kids smoking like it's Amsterdam
Dope boy Prez, you know who got
the crown yo
Pero what's that? You don't know, that's my sound yo
No one can rock it like this, we put it down yo
For who? Black, white, purple or brown yo
caught my hat, I pressed my luck
But there's one thing that I know, that was Billy Joe
I held that pearl-handled piece, the infamous one that you know
To the poor I pour in on in metaphors
Not bluffin', it's nothin'
That we ain't did before
We played you stayed
The points made
You consider it done
By
handheld trigger cuts
Acapella spitting shell paralyzed when you get touched
And critical mic cords, hanging like umbilical
Cords, dope swords, five star
report
You must have rainbows in your forecast
I'm 40 now, you know what I'm changing for
I've been this way since the umbilical and I ain't never ran into
gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go!
(Joe Budden)
Them wolves is out nigga
(Ransom)
the rosary
Twice
Was still drenched in a sin
Even when the church opens its doors I refuse to walk in
And I still don't know what makes a soul worth saving
the horns
I'll never settle
With the mistake that I made
Just know it's killing me inside
I gotta go with it to the grave
Tell me what to do for you
Tell me
"I've said my part, " TI says
Backing away with his hands up "As long
As you know what's going on"
It was TI who originally tried to sign Meek
To his
by a van
It’s only fair you’re getting what you give
Ti do Ti do Ti do
Fuck you
I don’t need you
Ti do Ti do Ti do
Fuck you
I don’t want you
Ti do Ti
quitó
No' conocemo' tanto que las posiciones las anticipó (you know it)
Después que le di, a su novio, lo vetó
Cuando me la estoy comiendo, no
thought you'll be the one to break hearts
It's okay me I learned my lesson
But good luck for whats coming to you
Ti do Ti do Ti do
Forget you
I don't need
malopropism
[Sole mimmicking El-P]
Yo, wha, what did he just call me dun?
Yo, I don't know man
Yo, I, I don't know what he just called you man
Well, yo, go get
bow down
By now you fuckers know this is our crown
Two Uptown bullies, Brooklyn Biggie
Bedstuy Hov like Bedstuy Gold
Behold the fly-est (it's
love
And you were my achievement
Always said I'd write a song for you
Ain't know it'd be bereavement
Cuz you ended up leaving
That's why I can't trust
on they fruit punch
You know I like it when the cherries get bigger and by the bunch
You know I like it when the peaches get riper with every munch
I see
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