Lyrics:
When his time is coming still
But still gotta work a shift
On that note
After all they’ve done
How they not the ones
I bet we gott’em by a land
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
>From my nigga, who live close around the way
Now I got to find that nigga, I'm gonna stalk that nigga
I'm gonna show yo ass, how to keep the finger
a king lama
I'm always in my man cave
Like I live in Gotham
Can't knock somebody down if they came from the bottom
She know I got the answers
Throw them
I'm the three
And three (badda-ba-ba-by-by) it's the magic numberrr
(badda-ba-ba-by-by)
Chorus: KRS-One
It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound
already signed
We about to be legends like Morris Day & the Time
When Paul gave me a call, man I had to do it
I gotta rep where I'm from so I had
is life
The life we should have always lived since we were born
Creation of machines has gone and out the door
Automate my lungs
Live like the breath
on the stand
But I love it when she call me by my rapper name
She say go head and get the money just don’t ever change
I got the volume to the max I’m riding in
by that nigga
Then go to tha five
Bye bye lil nigga
I'm high for ah hi
You still tryna jugg off
Ah 3 to 5
When the hood cry
That mean somebody
when it heard the first blast
And then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
And the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
Looked more like
I'm floored D's kick the door
Found me on the floor by my toilet tryna flush that raw
Toilet wouldn't flush I'm fucked
Half a brick of yay goin round
football they be flagging it
I'm back back back back back backing it
This ass gone jump when he smacking it
It's Serena we racking it, don't eat home they
and screwed
I got the livest crew
I'm doin numbers every summer man I got to do
Pots and pans when I do my dance
See my pants they come from France
Bitches
and the new mansion home
In Houston cause that is my city
And them other pussy niggas they record sound shitty
When I see you in the town I'm a hit you up
answer when you want it, but shawty he worthy
Been down and out so many times, always seem to be fine
Backslid, repented, now I'm winning
Gotta give him
dues
And it's the rules that I play by
Carry the team like I'm A.I
I used to cook rocks, and hit the block
And gun in the bushes, and money in my
a look. It's the graveyard shift, I'm there about 3AM, I ask about the photos but things get out of hand, so I stuff him in the cooler, I rearrange his
paper (paper), two, ya get some more (some more)
Three, it's time to put them burglar bars on the doors (fo' sho)
Five, watch for 12, nigga, they gon'
50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain
When I'm dead and gone niggaz gon' remember my name, 50
50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain
When I'm dead
to have the last laughter
'Cause even when I'm gone I'm reappearin' in the after
I have to, send respects to real money makers
Do not connect us with
grind railing
Dive into my cup doggy style fuck sailing
Out
The door I'm gone
Hoppin' off the porch like my dick so long
I be high reppin' stretchin'
on my back initiated in blood
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could
Houston
Not even our time the same
I'm thumbing through blues and pinks and pinks and blues, hell look at my
Bank statements
All my dawgs kill for real,
I love them bitches that do it on camera
Say she from Houston but live in Atlanta
Maybe some times I come through with that hammer
Then lock that
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