Lyrics:
Oh, diggy deng
Diggy, diggy, diggy, deng, tipo
Slam dunk, Def Jam, sono quel tipo
Non mi no-, non mi nominare mai, chico
Pesa il flow come Joe
your blood?
Did it come from your daddy and mama?
Were you converted by an Alabama song on the radio?
That feels so right
Did you lock eyes with
and a Jackson glove
We were so young nothing could get us apart
Not even death
He'll always live in my heart and Auntie
You know there was nothing that I
Wouldn't
Uh, Gang
Long Live Mar Long Live Dion Long Live Twan
Demon, demon
Come out with a Mac-10, don't come out past ten
The Mac-10, nigga don't come out
and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformers, won't hear the quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Let's get it together, come on, let's make it
Gotta
up
Gettin' scoped by a hoe with a nigga
I know she tryin' to fuck
But her homie wanna play GI joe
Hommie you better check yo hoe before
Yo big ass hit
the clouds on loud
I got raised by the blue street lights of four cities
My heros died in prison: George Jackson
Action, she's Buttaflyin, I'm cool eyein
And I
allow me
I go by Bis which means
The second coming musically
cnd Shuttlesworth
Well, let's just say I got game
(Hook)
Everybody wanna know where you
When it's midnight on the meadow
And the cats are in the shed
And the river tells a story
At the window by my bed
If you listen very closely
Be
When it's midnight on the meadow
And the cats are in the shed
And the river tells a story
At the window by my bed
If you listen very closely
Be
the night has gone by (by)
But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye
Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent
We takin'
Jon, won't you step up and show 'em just a little bit of what the fuck you do
Come on, let's get 'em
This year's election was trash, so I need
until I die yeah
I'm with J-O-E Holy Ghost fire yeah
We in this peace till Christ come for His Bride yeah
Victor-ry
Victor-ry (Victory)
Victor-ry
We
I don't got the time
So I'll call you Michael Jackson
Cause you might as well beat it
Lil bitch
Imma live it how I want
Bitch
Imma do it
Shootin' guns all night
Straight shots of Hen with no chaser
Mo' paper, stubborn, hard headed like Joe Frazier
The Gremlins, the pack that I come with
Keep
so we equally appointed
First four hundred years, see we actually enjoyed it
Constitution written by the W.E.B. Du Bois
Were no reconstructions,
but somehow I got by.
Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
Nineteen-hundred-sixty-four
We were kids, didn't know about the war
Still wasting time in school
There were Joe and Sue, Jack and Jim
A couple
All black all black
All black all black
All black all black
By any means we that
All black all black
All black all black
All black all black
and live back home again
You won't believe the rent these days
I'd let you live here free forever
Come back home and get your license
Though I'd never make
A motherless child , you were torn from your home
By decree of the county affairs
Good Christians, they gave you a lily-white dress
And shorn back that Indian
I'm hopin' for
Can have anythin' you want, I took an oath, I swore
Baby, live your best life, you shouldn't grow by force
All in your own time, G,
Mixin' with my moms in the kitchen
Them spoons rattlin'
Pots and pans, faucet water pourin'
Tunes managin'
To come from all the fussin' and ramblin'
What I
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