Lyrics:
mine gotta watch what you duin
Tied up to times, get back to my grind this whole blook hit mine you can't make one dime
The who by, I'm up like I snorted
starting to swell
I'm setting twenty-two tables
for the funeral feast
Satan is by far the kindest beast
I asked Phyllis its still another day in paradise
Is the heaven for the forever twenty seven
Could it be three years till I'm jammin' with legends?
I
Twenty years
Probably catch me with the pony tail
Borsch polish
Sipping out the holy grail
Tear-away pants
Prince Rogers Nelson
We father figures
Let's go back to nine seven, seventeen though I looked like 20
And I was poor, I didn't look like money
Then I saw someone I thought who was
[Talking]
The year is 1994
Black Market Records, 2001 Records, Doomsday Productions
Combined forces to create an un-fade able click
Make way for
couch is twenty years old, but it's the best sofa
Moms ain't cook yesterday so ain't no leftovers
Still every fuckin' Halloween I would egg yolk ya
We lit
on my face
Who gives a fuck, nobody get to see me anyway
My uncle hit this shit, and he probably be mortified
I'm only 20 years old, sounding like I'm
is just rookie year (Mike Jones)
Is a baller baby, shot caller baby
In the Lex having sex, twenties crawling baby
I stay balling, T.V.'s stay
to my
Twenty first century
Map of proto-human history
That's where the kids threw the brick through our window
And that's the railway line that we used
On a blanket on some bullshit
All alone on the living room floor
I keep a portrait in my pocket of myself the year
I got stung by that silly man
You can see
of the time halfway through crying (ooh, ahh, ooh, ahh)
She don't live here by herself
Sleeping in the bed she's made
Reading books about self help
Working
on fire
Wreckshop done came, and took the whole world by surprise
Independent label, counting money across the table
Twenty hoes in my stable, TV's in
for twenty-five years I have sat by your side typing
letters and memos for people who hide behind doorways
with titles in hallways of horrible crime.
we
In my city blocks we got
Projects that's one story
Watch the pit walk with no leash
And hold a gun for me
Kids get knocked by police and
Get a drug
got to meditate, child
Now I'm calling up the crew, and I'm sorry, but I'ma celebrate now
Let's sail around the block, the block
Twenty-five years
of time
Gonna tell ya a little story
that'll blow your mind
20 years old
Taken in from the cold
He plays his hand cool
Never bets nor folds
You think he
Of Your Life.
Now All Be In Awe Of My Upper Hand
And You Watch As I Detain.
I Swallow Time, Twenty Years
Of Your Life, I Have Obtained.
Sorry In A Cell,
And still fuck a million dollar bitch without even takin my Nike's off
Twenty eight's got my feet takin high steps
Fifty grand worth of ones, work bi - ceps
Just twenty centuries ago, a man that I know came to show us the way.
Though many years have come and gone,
His words will live on till the end
for
The hollow sound
Tap tap
Twenty-five years is a long time to be gone
Even in the eyes of god-
Damn it takes you so long
To realize
No one
destroy, you better call out the convoy
And say 'Goodnight' to John Boy
Tuck niggas away, gettin'--bucked wit' spray
By the new take for the--spit of the day
He tells me to believe in Jesus
And steals the money from my hand
Some say he was a good man
But Lord I think he sinned, yeah
Twenty-two years
turn into helter skelter
Grimey niggaz only 12 years old be drenched in gold
So much ice them niggaz cold, just sold
20 bags to this undercover cat
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