Lyrics:
for some juice
when the move was interrupted by two twins
and they friends sportin body suits
They said whattup, I said whattup, and they broke it down
The perspective of a
Mature Kid on a concrete jungle
Living life by one rule, stay away from trouble
His own bubble, frustrated cant even do it
Quit
he live
Ion talk about it I be really in the field
Poles on deck like a light by a field
Clip got a curve like a motherfucking elbow
Imma shoot first
on
the floor gettin ready for the party tonight through it up if your down
to roll
Verse 1
Come on come on lets do it again 2 double o 1 dropin it nbk with
last
Had an honest convo with this mama, she was pretty
Asked about her life and she told me come this evening
Even though our hearts are in two separate
And as I verbalise to my DJ's cut
If we kill a wack crew or two so what
We just rock it
We just rock it dJ Jeff
Break 2
On each occasion that I perform
of absolute manitrition
My complex disposition, forces crews into submission
Beginnings on one six two, switches through to witch's brew
On which is true,
make a wrong move and I'ma bust em
I'm sleepin on the floor with my nines by the door
War ain't fair, it's war
Front line, muthafucka
[ Mos Def ]
You
[Verse I]
Dear Slim, I never wrote you or been calling
My name ain't Stan son nah we've never met and
My name's KJ let me begin by introducing now
They don't need a partner to swing (X6)
"More cash in my hand" - Grand Puba
Verse 2:
Surrounded by more mysteries than the stone henge
Warning your
and still we never turn the heat on.
prefer to put a beat on and warm up
by rapping and drinking and tapping minds thinking rhyming
couldn't get this good if
here trynna get mines
Livin day by day in the episode of hood times
[Chorus 2X]
[Hook 2X]
Hood times, (hood! hood!)
Hood times, (hood! hood!)
2 AM the beats played about a thousand times
My minds stuck on just doubting lines
To my surprise, I've just been compromised
The artist now lies
[Intro: Reel]
Got the whole crew in this bitch, you feel me?
(Yuh)
[Verse 1: Reel]
Woke up this morning I told that big brodie gon run it up
I was
me feeling Rich Porter
True say I might step with Harlem
I'm a hundred with gang
And by myself I'm spartan
Them man doing up bench
Cause they
the mist
Got a shotty that ya grippin that's it
('s it) stop at the door, window down
I take a look inside and I see no dro
(No dro)
Live by the gas so we
feeling Misch Porter
True say I might step with Harlem
I'm a hundred with gang
And by myself I'm spartan
Them man there doing up bench
Cause they ain't
for boosters as I'm contributing my two cents
So I'm a nuisance
Producing and I tighten the loop, like it's a noose-sence
Who's this? Not for
best not doubt me
Niggas don't mob without me, ain't nothin fraud about me
Time tickin, mind spinnin, can you dig these wicked rhymes?
Gettin live
was either with her or my crew
So I decided one day, to tell her my feelings was true
I couldn't live without her so I told her, facing my fears
But
the dimension of the crew SoleSides
it ain't nuttin goin on but a party
Now brothers want to flex but I'm over they heads
I got the funky type of style
This is for you and your crew, the ones that's true
Will always love you, no matter what you do
[Chorus]
Cause it's the life, the life, the life
This is for you and your crew, the ones that's true
Will always love you, no matter what you do
[Chorus]
Cause it's the life, the life, the life
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Now it's about to be talked about
You're gettin' slapped by my grammar
Vocals like a hammer with roots from Alabama
I'm under
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