Lyrics:
the tales on you now
You're not a rap artist, you a scam artist with the hopes of being accepted
Tommy Hilfiger stood out, but FUBU never had been your
Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from
toast
Leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what?
The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your
out, Shan still in the place
Hip hop was set out in the dark
The Bridge was never Over, we left our mark
The jam is dedicated to you and your boys
I
ribs, cops shot ya whip
You've been chased by the pigs, sold the four year bid
Crashed cars, still came out without a scar
They tried to keep ya free
See the sky lit up with all my dreams
Wish upon a star and make true things
Hard work pays off, give me the change please
Cash out, Ben Frank thanks
need the stress on me
Praying my vices dont kill off whats left of me
Its in my blood how I pass on the recipe, yea
Young king dodging bullets
Desperate illusions aflutter
Desperate illusions aflutter, they settle aflame
And then prepare a blaze
Ripping through fields with a lack
coast, squeeze toast
Leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what?
The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell when
left
I had to get that shit up out my chest, I had to kill a nigga for respect
I had to ride around, had to slide down in the name of WPF
I held it down
mama thighs
Blockin' out the noise that destroys little boys
Live enjoy, ships ahoy, get deployed by the rock-a-byes
D-d-d-deep into the sea of my
Written by Kevin Tyler Deane (Deane)
House negros to the left
Field negros to the right
Wave bye to ya’ lilly liver’d homies
Cause this for runaways
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
duurdere broeken
Ik uit m'n gevoelens
Echte mannen die zeggen en doen het
Ik ben met gang en ze doen 't
't Is een kwestie van tijd
Voordat iedereen goed zit
blowin' my high I need you out my sight
Might have just ruined my night
Don't get left I go right
Better duck with your kids
Better duck with your wife
Know
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
Know them all by name
Because my memory is keen
When they feeling depressed
I start feeling like a king
Kingpin, I got the medicine that they need
a Blazer with a louie interior
Solid gold the ride was raw, bust a left turn was on Crenshaw
Sean-e-sean was the driver, known to give freaks hell
Had
of the Trinity
Yur'll better say Y E S to J E S U S for true success. J vibe
Let me hear you say Jesus
Almighty God Jesus
The King of kings Jesus
El Shaddai Jesus
a milly stat
Pussy wanna tilly back
I burn 'em like a Philly pack
Learn the drill like basketball
We run this field of wax
Drop shots, y'all feel the splash
life
He worked for tomorrow
And tomorrow, and tomorrow
Down by the field where the crops grow, where the crops grow
Harvest the fruit of what he sowed,
out of the sea
With the shimmering silver head of
Wisdom looking at me
He brings down the fire from the skies
You can tell he's doing well by
The look
Champagne wishes and caviar dreams
A team that's gettin' C.R.E.A.M
With sales of fishscales from triple beams
I gleam, livin' the live of Riley, packin'
Discuss these out of left field by ben e king Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In