Lyrics:
way, have your way
Have your way, have your way (this is a move)
Have your way, have your way
Have your way (this is a move)
Oh, move by your spirit
ways, sure looks sweet (sweet thing)
Fine young lady, standing by (you look fine tonight)
Come on baby, sweet eye delight
I love the way that you move
a hike like hut two
I was raised by the Huxtables
I was raised in apartments
Right up under that yellow light
Right on top of that bando
Stand
a blade
That hit you off me, so
I was raised up to show no fear
Cowardly hearts'll never last long here
If you ain't man enough to make s*** clear
sucka MC
Had a response
You think we care?
I know that they are on the tip
My posse from the Bronx is thick
And we're real live
We walk
Doubled up on my conscious
I was raised by some monsters
Kingpins and some mobsters
Gettin' to it is the process
In the kitchen whippin' pasta
Yo
This shit is pyrotechnics the way that I'm coming through with heat
Used to be a child who was shy, I would refuse to speak
Till I found my
missin' me by inches
And they say how do you survive weighin' one-sixty-five
In a city where the skinny niggas die?
Tell Mama, don't cry
Even when
Got two bead freaks plus me riding in that two seater
They face to face
I'm by myself but they huggin' like a wife beater
Shout out to my OG for
ZThaDon, killller In this lyrical game, my posse tighter than a pussy
513 in my veins
I strategize for the nation, plan my escape like vacation
the words that I bring
The ruler of the ring is Lord Ramsey
And music is made by Mark the 45 King
You tremble for my treble, you're begging for the bass
on by
(step on by)
Step on, step on, step on step on by
(step on by)
Step on, step on, step on step on by
Step on, step on, step on step on by
Posses
Sixteen in this scheme I can't get no peace
The block was mad hot when they shot Maurice by Crystal Lounge
This sparks from a marksman pistol found
Yahweh
What more can I say
When I stand before Your Throne
On that great and final day
Besides that I believe You raised
Jesus from the grave
Confess
what you call it
But I'm only getting started
I was born and raised by a king and a queen
Papa immigrated all the way overseas
Mama said never let em'
Junglebook
Inspired by the drugs that my uncles took
Same one I come to cook
Phones ringing off the hook
The plugs doing numbers
Just because
Yeah, I'm on the move, I can-can't look back (no way)
Screaming "no regrets, no regrets at all"
Wasting time, I can't get that back (can't get that
But I am here now call it destiny fulfilling
I was delayed not denied and I won't be defined as ahead of my time but I am one of a Kind
I was raised
the concrete
Older niggas I loved talked like they was above, maintaining a time sheet
That slow money, picked up the family business
By the age of thirteen,
forever yours
Ever yours
faithfully
Any way you want it
That's the way you need it
Any way you want it
She loves to laugh
She loves to sing
She does
There's a story that my daddy tells religiously
Like clockwork every time he sees an opening
In a conversation about the way things used to be
There's a story that my daddy tells religiously
Like clockwork every time he sees an opening
In a conversation about the way things used to be
the people respond for
The R, 'cause that's the way it'll have to be
If you want to get on after me
Think about it, wait, erase your rhyme
Forget it
the people respond for
The R, 'cause that's the way it'll have to be
If you want to get on after me
Think about it, wait, erase your rhyme
Forget it
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