Lyrics:
world apart
I heard your music and it made me cry
You really touched me somewhere deep inside
And even now I listen to it still
Every time that record
mama need it
My uncle stood by the store servin' fiends
Zack in his pocket and everyone know
His pole in his jeans
Bitch, I'm number one, it ain't no top
soared to new heights by
Literally thinking outside the box
You fell into depression 'cause Spider-Man
Ruined all your plots
At Hollywood's beck and call
I never been arrested
Ain't gotta record
For the record
Get arrested by a white cop
On your way to the police station, hope you speak Afrikaans
live it
Time for change, breaking records off my black book
You never saw us coming I can see by that look
I guess I'm just switchin lanes
Spitting crack
put in work
It wouldn't work without the sick
So page a nigga quick so I can serve you some of that shit
And have you murderin' your biatch,
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes
You'd better bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Ooh, ooh,
you
How are you not mine
(How are you not mine)
Put my Ray-bans on cos
I'm blinded by your light
I've already decided
That I need you in my life
To get it crackin'
In the middle of the action
We got ch'you in flow motion
[Chorus]
[Wish Bone]
Point your fist
Pull your pistol
Put cha finger
feel all my records collecting dust
I put em in the hands of these people I couldn't trust
They had me stare in Space, for Jams I knew were tough
I
on your side
Not with duality but by seeing morality
You'll learn to forgive and overcome
Learning the truth
Talking no concern this time
Cause we got Cern
was
Caught him staring and I lost my m, my mind
And all the time stopped
And all the time slowed
And all the time went by
And all the time stopped
Hey, is this thing on?
I saw him dancin' there by the record machine
I knew he must've been about 17
The beat was goin' strong
Playin' my
like a quarter a mil
Hit ya by the tech and blow half your budget
I do it for the streets and **** love it
Just copped the new Bent, you know ya boy pay
with his bike
And he's got Guthrie running in his bones
He's the hobo kid who's left his home
And his Beatles records and the Rolling Stones
the time of weakness, I'm your help
You don't have to do this by yourself
You can check my record it will tell
I've got it I've got
me
You can lost like loose leaf, we too deep
Uh, I put the ice on, my nigga
Keep it 2G iPhone, my nigga
That's why your wife got her eyes on my nigga
(uh-huh)
A ten thousand dollar bounty put on my neck (brr)
I hope you didn't pay them 'cause they didn't have no success (nope)
You seen my interview
(uh-huh)
A ten thousand dollar bounty put on my neck (brr)
I hope you didn't pay them 'cause they didn't have no success (nope)
You seen my interview
homeboys put vogues on any car
With six by nine's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
Eric Andre
You can say I’ve gone shady, it’s no surprised if called crazy
I’m just a messenger giving jazz like Art Blakey
Put my record in rotation, now
At the tone, please record your message
When you are finished recording, you may hang up
Or press 'one' for more options
Hi Dr. Ellis, it's Chris
York Post don't brag or boast
Dissin' flavor when he's butter that you put on your toast
Put my address in the paper 'cause I smacked that girl
She's
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