Lyrics:
In sauce we trust, fa shit sho,
You know a nigha gotta stay prayed (ASauce)
Spirit Gun, no Urameshi,
Believe yourself till the fucking grave
Call me
In a Two Live Tribe on a Quest
Boo-Yah straight to his chest
If they test we'll Xzibit work
Rodney O is Joe Coolio than Moe Dee G Rap and Herc
We
of seconds we rich
Now it's all about kimo bricks, and fresh toxics to get is in the mix
It ain't hard to tell my clientele by makin mayor
But fuck the cops
on lock
Secure the bag
Major key hashtag (Major key)
Gotta run this farm
We on the same boat
Iced out my arm
I need a Woolrich coat
Seagulls
[Nas]
You a brave girl
I'm a brave heart
And car heart
And champion hunnies
You in the benz buggy with the fullies
I ride beside ya
We about
platinum
We know the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' them
I'm that type of guy when poppa wasn't happy with it
Trippin' them up, that was my
shit
Dope shit, pro shit, we set shit in motion Everybody talkin' about it, bitch, talk some
Moe shit I could care less about what you talkin', I'm
From black bodies on magnolia, to black bodies in oval offices
From black association with darkness, to black encompassing its life we stand
And full
to run instead?
I've got to decide
Or my life will be over
Either way
I'll be in the dark
I see the gang's thoughts
As they stare into the dark
One by
weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin',
weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin',
no man or land could jam with me (nope)
Damn fam a jamboree, posse gangs and family (where we at)
In front of the corner store under the canopy
Chick
record I break (break)
Every rock in my watch (ah)
Every step that I take (take)
Still won't accept no mistakes (nah)
I'm talkin' major league, never
knees
Your ankles and pretty heels
Chased by French stick on wheels
What a hydraulic way to spend my time
And an attenuated bell to throw in polls
I'm
and we got water
Troopers lookin' for manslaughter
I gotta get back, for what they owe
Shoot'em in the back for the get back
Lead through shit bag, hold
request out to Mo, Shawn, KRS-One
and the BDP posse in full effect with Ms. Melodie..
And you don't stop
I send this one out to my man, cool DJ Red Alert
and Marley Marl we're goin one on one
For any sucker rapper that chooses to come
And for me Craig G a/k/a The Kingpin
I drop science, can't you
storms in arizona
I make my living on corners, by turning niggas into organ doners, fuck
Diplomas
Haven't you ever heard of a killa, we can go eye to eye
mo friends
Only checks
That's respectfully (uhuh)
No mo stress
Can't nobody get
The best of me (hey)
Took a test
In my genes
Major destiny
Imma buy
to roll up to this club
'Bout to step up in this club
'Bout to get big in this club
'Bout to get wild in this club
[R. Kelly]
Now we about to show ya
to roll up to this club
'Bout to step up in this club
'Bout to get big in this club
'Bout to get wild in this club
[R. Kelly]
Now we about to show ya
of your dead brother
By the words of Allah
Ring the alarm you ain't asleep and
Time's robbed a collage
An Illustrative conceptual
Montage on the wall
You in
child
No, I can't slow down, no (no, I can't slow down)
Yeah, we the leader, they just follow
Came in on some pop my collar, talk a lot of shit
I'm
huh
The heights Imma reach
You' will never see huh
Never say much I never speak
Busy chasing for the major leagues
Tread light in my moccasins
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