Lyrics:
verb I put in a sentence
To show my true feelings
If love's just a word
Why would it mess with my breathing?
And just like the air, you can't see it
lives, He lives.
I can feel Him moving in the breeze,
Through the wind, and the trees
I can see Him shining through the night,
In the stars that
now
(Damn, let's see how it pan out)
Jones have money in a stash house
(Whoa, they can't see the man now) (nope!) Hey
the world, minimum
Maxmimum
Independence
You know what I'm saying, like
C'mon, man
Easy
Everything in my garage five point something
They all machines
I gotta give 'em my heart, I gotta give 'em my soul (woo)
Gotta push through the pain, gotta stay in control (yeah)
See they want me to fold, yeah,
and a match (gas)
DJ Offset 'cause this chopper gon' scratch (set)
Point him out, point him out, show me my match (who?)
He see my chopper, he (huh), gasp
want
See, it's easy to ignore trouble
When you're livin' in a bubble
So what are you gonna do
When the world don't orbit around you?
So what are
(Liquid, tablet, capsule, powder
Pill, smoke, vapour
Pay off's all the same in the end
Pay off's all the same in the end
Liquid, tablet, capsule,
Increased market position
Down to what and how you listen
Came in this game
Never thought that I'd ever
See hip-hop, the game, in the name of J edgar
You got
on lead the way
I been plottin' my in's and out's, and nigga gotta put my cheese away
Took a bad bitch to Hibachi in Huaraches
Got too many jewels
Yeah, I caught yo' ass red-handed in that cookie jar
Boy what you lookin' for? You know where them cookies are
Yeah, I caught yo' ass red-handed in that
the picture
Cutlass outside on D's, you think it wasn't
15 inches, had Computer Love, subbin'
My parents bout to see Rocky at the Compton Drive In
Halfway
wondering what I'm gonna do
With all these pieces left of me
She left her scent all over the room
So even in the dark I'd see
She left a thirsty man with
come on get in it
Got a hole, throwing bean bags in it
And Robby's painting on the brisket
It's a K.C. masterpiece
You know they make Saturday's
sorry
I'm in too deep and I can't see the shore, I'm sorry
You get addicted to the flip, the transaction, the hustling
Even more than the money, it's
federal, when it comes to making dollas
Like Jigga nigga man, if you hear me then holla
Four rings like the Green Lantern
You see me in the mean phantom
Yo, behind those mahogany walls
Indoor pools with steel doors, flipping eggs over in my silk drawers
While I"m charging my cell, sparking the L
been in Washington many more weeks than three
I met up with a pretty little girl
She fell in love with me
She fell in love with me, fell in love with me
nuts
On a chick but
She gotta a sister?
I got a mixer
My car inside is dark
The door is suicide ? cut
I am a wringer
You can see me
If I was Avatar in 3D
Let's get this money, you heard?
Money in zip duffle bags, shotgun shells
My killas gorillas, niggas couldn't see 'em with gazelles
Frontin' ass
Yo, blow my nose for me, man
Word up, man (fuck them)
Spit in your mouth, piss on your bitch
We them wrist getters, everything real bout this,
we see?
A crack in the surface
A flaw in the plan
(Plans we made together, almost buried in the sand)
A cadence imperfect
Like a building condemned
Let's get this money, you heard?
Money in zip duffle bags, shotgun shells
My killas gorillas, niggaz couldn't see 'em with gazelles
Frontin ass
Then throw me (smack dab in the middle)
Oh, I wanna be (smack dab in the middle)
Ahhhhh, now boys you can see why
I wanna be smack dab in the middle
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