Lyrics:
Dressed in a violet robe
Ignite the fire inside
Burning the feelings of old within my soul
As the day goes by
Ain't even gon' lie
No matter how hard that I
had for tea
My phone goes off, they look at me, we all know who it be
I hold my head in shame, that's the effect you have on me
Bitch I cant play
Shut that crap up, you gots no backup
You'll get slapped up, South Bronx holds the map up
Pack up your all wrapped up in my delivery
Act up and it'll
like its wifi
Ya girls she treat me like the top guy, cuz i keep a bag when i stop by
And thats a Yoo Fact, all of my yoodies get money you know we don't
it all again
Living with pirates and we will do it all again
Living with pirates and we will do it all again
Unfortunately the captain's caught by
I'm leaning
But if shit goes south
Don't take your life
Because we'll all be Grieving
coffee beans
There is a bookshelf in the corner
All the books are out of order
It goes from x to z to b
Marie she sweeps the floor up
Her t-shirt says
Shut that crap up, you gots no backup
You'll get slapped up
South Bronx holds the map up
Pack up your all wrapped up in my delivery
Act up and it'll
south
Don't listen to everything that comes out someone's mouth
I'm aware some people are just hungry for money
Conjure up stories and gossip, make
looking at a flight
Listen to my shit
Stick by my side if you down to ride
Man What happened to all these Cats that have lost their pride
I'm not
No vip im on the dance floor spillin drinks on chickens
By the bar
Fancys cars
Takin flicks lit like switches
See me im something different
that's the gang
No I don't want you I got me a bae
These hoes is so pointless they so lame
Why would I cheat? Boy is you insane?
You can have all these
Turn the tide on the sanguine ocean
Fertilizing the shade of the sea
But alive, nonetheless, out of luck and devotion
This can't be all that's out
My foot goes down
As I see the red light
But no one's around
And I'm caught in two minds
I've gone through
Before must be a dozen times
I'm pretty
a hoe, cause she fucking with that clique, and if shit goes south, boy, you better plead that fifth
Niggas turn around, and niggas gon' switch, but before
enough dough for ten wallets
But the way my CD goes, it's rough
But that's no excuse to be broke and cheap like Videos Uncut
All I do is expand my grammar
a slug foe every mug dat wanna look at me evil
And got a clutch foe all fake thugs and scandalous people.
If you test Dre it's suicide. Lyrical drive by
to bite in the highest degree (I hear that)
Plus you had to battle cats for respect
(Like Moe Dee, Busy Bee, MC Shan and KRS?)
Yeah kid, it goes deeper but
I love my ladies with jeans that fit tight ya'll
For all my fellas on bikes with chrome pipes, ya'll
Ya'll from the north, west, south to the east
Buck-buck-buck means you punks better duck
Kid you're outta luck, try to flip you get stuck
By the Wu-Tang sword, oh lord you shoulda bucked south
I'm spittin
(Chorus)6x
Where them boys at?
(Where they at)
Where them girls at?
(There they go)
(Master P)
Call bugs on the phone
Whodi meet me by the dome
that you gon' leave with somebody else tonight
You're like that drug I wanna hit so we can both get high
So lets ride to the south westside
With your
And I’m just quoting
Real niggas don’t fall in love we stand up in it
Aye
You can draft the all I got mine
Somewhere in the south with me and Mo
Looking for the smartest outlets
When I grow up I’ll be a hustler like the doggystyle skit
Slick Rick taught us all about drip
Flamboyant loud shit, with
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