Lyrics:
and two-on-twos
Active with it, swinging shit
Now I got blood all on my shoes
Opps that I don't know of in the flesh
Asking what's my name
Fans call me Clavish,
I guess I'll have to dream the rest
These words, and harmony by the three Kaye bands
I guess I'll have to dream the rest
If you can't remember
Pinocchio's nose
Broken man, keep it together
But nobody else knows
Heart cold like I was raised in the Bronx
Man, sometimes I am so selfish like
I am dealing
a peanut from dih peanut man ,when him ago true inna dih dance, aii.
inna him box him have every thing yuh want ,herbs by dih bud and by the stalk,
the top
Black Supahero
Produced By: DialupBeats
Lyrics Written By: F.A.M.E
Let's Go
Ya kno wats going on this that timeless shit
This for every made nigga
Make it make sense, decisions I made bent
Boss move like the suede on a pimp
Shoes off like I'm paying the rent
Too sauced I'm Durag off drenched
With
see him by the betting shop
Asking for a spare pound
His shoes are getting tattered
And he's losing all his hair now
Sees him in his dreams but
He
lately
So maybe I'll go off and do something crazy
Like make 3 babies before I'm 18
I'm only 15 but no one's listening
To my cry for help so I get
from the start
Music hit me in my heart
It ain't my brain that makes me smart
I was looking for a better way
Look at me then look away
My mother wanted
have me a shoulder
Im the shit you can tell by the ouder
My heart cold but I swear my bars colder
With the gang, smoking gas, never sober
'Bouta head up
said she had a big surprise for me
gave me the very kiss and plus a ring and a card
and said I love you, so I gave her the rest of my heart
said she had a big surprise for me
gave me the very kiss and plus a ring and a card
and said I love you, so I gave her the rest of my heart
through
Nestled by the free green pea soup special
One for the mutts that walk three feet in front of their gut
Sipping mush out of of cups
And still
One, two, three, four!
I was kidnapped real young by the sweet taste of love
Built a fondness for things that just weren't good enough
I cradled
replies back gun by gun
Past Seven Wrecks I read your four answers: 1. your move 2. I'm tres involved 3. move on 4. love, Beth
I walk it down
This
into the drive
We ordered two Big Macs and two large fries with Cokes
She kicked her shoes off onto the floor
She said, "Drive fast, speed turns me
Three times in a row you say I don't know
You gotta pick it up-take these shoes
In the back of the club the rain's making me numb
I watched you
spitt shit that'll make you think
Puttin myself at a higher rank
Ain't tryna make my soul sink
Shit gotta defeat the whole purpose
Bein surrounded by
only us, in this bitch
Only us, in this bitch
Ayy girl, it's only us in this bitch
Only us
In this
Thousand dollar tennis shoes
Cop whatever just
(Yung Lan on the track!)
How you doing ladies and gentlemen?
I go by the name of Blac Yougsta
I rep them three letters C-M-G
And I name this
when I robbed the randall's
Flow hot like campbell's change broads like channels
Two or three at time 'cause we all just mammals
The songs I sample
and we here to do the job
Got my step-on nigga shoes on, 'case it get dirty
'Cause man it's going down, in the Thirty
It's for war thirty, fuck
the jug
Ghetto thoed we ghetto known, wih mo' ice on my heart
Boy got mo' ice, than a W march
Bout to knock my trunk off, with this shit down South
tell by the look in your eyes
Three words alone wont make us rhyme
I tried to let it go
But still my heart wont ache, I feel no pain
Undercurrent: rise!
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