Lyrics:
the cash now
Save the thank you's, you can get em cashed out
Mashed out you can get if you fuck wit that clown
He be wit his pennies wise , he a joker in
man that thang go wit' me
My nigga from the jets got stained for a 50
Sack of the hard
Tryna match you a broad
Got 'em shot up in his car by
the goodies
New whip fresh kicks
She wanna rock my hoodies
Is she wit it to ride, I mean she wit it to die
Cause this love takes life no time to not be wit it
I
the roof
Forget all them lames
Gotta be da one that you choose
Wit you my ride or die
Tell me how can I lose
She said that she don't know if she can love
of the rest of the mice runnin' wit you
You pack gats then I'm fuckin' wit' you, But if you
live by the gun you gon die by the fuckin' pistol
[Chorus]
Slidin ️
Baby ……
Yeah
Baby im sliding for ya
Even when it aint nobody else i won’t leave you by yoself
No matter the trial or tribulation you wit
Slidin
Baby ……
Yeah
Baby im sliding for ya
Even when it aint nobody else i won’t leave you by yoself
No matter the trial or tribulation you wit
and Daz, gangsta talk!
Gangsta's ride, uh, do what gangsta's do
Bandanna hangin' from the rear view
Too smart, know them up, hold 'em up (though)
We
C'mon an shake a-yo' boogie
Because yo' boogie alright wit' me
You know, me an my baby
Don't do nothin' but fuss an fight
I said, 'Look-a-here,
I've been down
Ride
I'm a ride
Ride
I'm a ride
Ride
I'm a ride
Don't know how to feel
I work off the hill
Niggas don't got morals
Girl you know its
crawlin', I'm ballin' bitch
Don't get offended
When I call you by that pet name
Gon' be up in it
When I stand up in that wet thang
Piece and chain,
the components
Well
Shit if you want it
Jump up on it
As I compose a sonnet
If I'm honest
Got the clarity of shamans
When I'm bombing
Instrumentals
Killing more
false poets get done
One by one, by one by one
You in the wrong place
You in the wrong time
You with the wrong someone
Smut Peddlers, false poets get
back when New York was dirty
Hat low wit two box cutters in my certy
Queens was my residence, AQ
Marine Terrace, right by the water, the greatest view
i'm fighting myself
Only in comp wit myself
I just wanna copy myself
I fuck wit boss bitches
I Cant fuck wit loss bitches
U already loss
U ain't
Granada last night
Oakland do you want to ride?
I can't hear you! Oakland do you want to ride tonight?
Oakland do you want to ride?
I can't hear
makin us rich
Ain't that a bitch
We gettin fuck we gettin stuck wit charges
If u takin charges nigga
U Shane battier
Tha 350's
Be the only time
U steppin
at you now, why you want to hang out?
I pull the hammer back
Strike wit` a cannon and blow your muthaf***in` back out
They blast but I`m still standin`
the pot like Joe Budden
Creating songs for the underground like it's nothing
Some nigga said he's better than me, you know he's bluffing
When I'm
They all hit different and they all this potent
I'm tired of rapping about my potential
I been kinetically killing these instrumentals
You don't know
cuz
Say ya wanna ride wit me
Well dont be scared
Hope in the car
And we gone take it there
But keep it simple
Dont you touch that window
Dont you let
like I'm Toad
Hop in the forth, that four-forty-four close
It's on, soon as you see 'em, let go
Reloaded it and dump it some more
So we posted up by
until we see the summit.
Never fear the plummet: it could be instrumental for your elevation.
The defeat put you back on beat with your destination.
Please Stay With Me
Mel O'Joe
crrangement by Michael Knoblett and Melvin E. Knoblett
Lyrics by: Melvn E. Knoblett
I found the note you left me
You
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