Lyrics:
I got the game by the throat, and I ain't letting it go
Put that on my soul. Only the realist will know
Steady gaining control. All my life I was
okay ok
(Guitar rattle)
George
George
George
(I have called you by name)
In my soul
George yea
George I...
Byron in the soul
(I have called you
too much and there's a risk that I'm a goner,
So I've got her on hand like a badge of honor,
The downside is she's never there when I'm lacking dollar,
or my advocate
My face is blue, it's like the weight gon' make me crack
Prepared to face the truth or you still waiting for the facts? Hmm
My people
gotta be black but I can see how it is
No I can't tell you that I feel you I don't know how it is
Used to think that being privileged was some ignorant
the city of God
I walk around in the city like God
Made it out and still come back
Somebody, please tell me, what are the odds?
On this mic, I am
on me like accolades
my brudda just back away
im down by a bag today
im down by a fag today
benson and hedges was where galas head is -
i'd smoke about
When the energies crash like a cymbal
Is it the end of the song? Could be the intro
Man, if life could only be this simple
Tell it from the brothels
Cold hands, warm heart
We just need some time apart
And everything will be okay
Oh no, not again
Why does it always happen?
It seems like every other
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
Hey, John, you evah been to Mississippi?
No, man, but I sure would like to visit down there.
You would?
Well, I'll tell you what then, let us
My name is Benjy Stone and 1954 was my favorite year
Not my best year, not the year I had the most success but my favorite year
It's the year that
arrows of the rich'll steal
In Hollywood and featherweight I step by step let it escalate
Till you get it, we'll tell you if I hit it
When you make pie
to duck by me
Yeah they know I keep that two-edge tuck by me
BECAUSE
(Chorus)
Okay I came a long way from one double oh nine
That's where it all
(Klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack)
Yo, the year of the Blacksmith
It ain't defined by any calender
Just thought I'd remind all you challengers, uh
and ain't nobody I owe
Can tell I'm eating from the spaces in my flow
Ayo, why, is there nothing but white faces at my show?
Not that it matters, we still
go ever ever let you go.
She say I love you Godson
I’ve not seen
anyone that is loving
and even if you been don see
if you ask me
I for like to be
heard ya bitch did ya dirty, now I fuck with her
I think you terrified to come hither
Pussy
Don't try to tell me what it is
If it's water under
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
can try but can’t have it all
George:
Hey man, I’m stuck here and feel betrayed by you
Tommy:
Hey you, believe in what’s real without any proof
jawohl!
What would you like...?
Yeas, this is room service
Look here, buddy
Yeas, what would you like?
Oh, I'm so hungry!
You know, when you're a tourist
how many tapes will it take for us to pop, to the top
Cause I'm TRU to this
No Limit, my click we ain't new to this
King George, Young Silkk,
that nigga George Foreman
Stay up on they necks till I feel like letting go and
It only takes one smile then she let me in
Next thing she hanging out
soundalikes, it's sad
Hard to tell the difference like they fake Louis bags
I don't fuck with that industry flow
What I do fuck with is that industry dough
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