Lyrics:
friend you get knocked down, get up again
You can smell some of the funk when we breeze by
We got nuff shit to go round, hit the peace pipe
We can do
out, we got it locked son
This concoction Partida by the liter
Nees a palm reader we've been bumping tribe since Bonita
Simply it's impossible,
The clock is tickin'
Finger's itchin'
To unleash a piece
Some 32 empty homies
That are dyin' to beat
The [?] flesh you want to kill me
Sucka really
Ya'll
Honestly, Go no property
That's a problem for someone dumb enough watch ya company
Fucking me don't mean loving me, Fuck it!
I don't want no bun in
I'm paranoid, and my momma think I'm special
But fuck them, I can't trust nobody but Dan Wessern
Its a, cold game, they only know me by my code name
Listen
If I got beef with a man
Then my mans got beef with a man
If I swing they all ready done swung
It be green light on him
Got em looking like
stuffing
Bullets still smoking like it came out the oven
Only know hate , cuz we got no loving
How the fuck i find peace when i can't even nothing
Can't
what I want catered
When I make it and this dream is more than a fable
Spit the phlegm, making beats on tables
Spit the phlegm, bars travel through
wants in
If you may ask who it is ?
It's dancefloor knocking, my sibliminual name Sir Prophet
My quest success from the stars has torn me adn my flame
appear, a shadow faced truth, said “I dare ya
To step in the booth, get justice” (POOF) now I'm Kira
It's time to gear up, strike like a snake, Randy Orton
a lyrical midget, watch me then say fee-fi-fo-fum
Flowin this like a veteran that I'm incredible is what they be stung by
When I'ma give in a flow of the funk
broke my heart
(Hit 'em with a little more funk)
So as the week goes he starts acting weird
And my heart doesn't wanna doubt him
In my head it was
that!
And if you don't believe me you gotta see me blowin'
Yar soul with my rock & roll and let by side yar' brain
It's time to play tha' game and it
stroke of our dick
what a world
when you ain't got nothin' they say "He ain't bout shit."
An when you ball to often these niggas they want you
boy you can't miss
My friend you get knocked down get up again
You can smell some of the funk when we breeze by
We got enuf shit to go round, hit
friend you get knocked down, get up again
You can smell some of the funk when we breeze by
We got nuff shit to go round, hit the peace pipe
We can do
Say hello, hello, hello, hello, goodbye.
I want to sell my soul to the heavens, to the spirit of the bell.
As it is on earth, will now be as it is
[Mr. Lil One]
HAHA motherfuckas
Mr. Shadow up in dis motherfuckaaa
[Mr. Shadow]
And '99 and on motherfuckas check it out
[Mr. Lil One]
For all your
track kick back
Let the music deep into your mind
You have genre's by the score
Your never left wanting for more
You got funk jazz, trance reggae hip
the bitches and henchman at the dough with them pistols lay it down nigga you know why they came to get you.|Get rich or die tryin, live by the iron, you could
the clan I'm out gon' want, double O on the freeway
Ain't wrong, baby doll, pullin' into your driveway
Walked into your house, bust it out, with a J
[Music & Lyrics by S. Guadagnoli]
Stand what you stand for,
I know you'll cross the line
More give some more to life
And keep it rising high
Hold
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