Lyrics:
what your doing
Up and at it day by day
Thrash the beat ruin
Hold up bout to go in
Ballin Patrick ewing
D2
D2
D2r
On my page im flipping
D2
D2
D2
this!
Three!
By four!
Todays the day for an array display
I can make arrays all day
I make arrays in many ways
Stand back, let's play:
Arrays away!
Three
it's true
It took 2 years to get over you
Never did I think that I'd love so much
Didn't tell my fam that it hurt so much
I felt like I had lost my sense
ring
That was housed by the building
Where Malcolm X was slain
I spring train in the winter
Round early December
Run suicide drills over and over
So many bright lights
During the darkest days
So many bright lights
During the darkest days
I sit with my discomfort like it is my closest friend
featuring 2nd II None Peter Gunz
Yo this is DJ Quik
And quite frankly
I think we gotta be some of the baddest motherfuckers
in two
No matter how many moves you can do (doesn't matter)
I wipe out your whole crew
I wave my blade - one move - iaijutsu
I might give you a second
everything
1,2,3,4,5,6 senses
Everything not everything
1,2,3,4,5,6 senses
Everything not everything
1,2,3,4,5,6 senses
Everything not everything
1,2
I’m about
Reaper black suit cuz my whole team’s killing
Had to keep setting trends cuz
Your whole team stealin
Many tell me I’m the man I ain't made it
the flashing
Four ceiling tiles
Two beads of sweat
Trauma's funny like that
The details it lets you remember in the main event it forces you to forget
I started
by one, two by two
My walls come falling down
One by one, two by two
Was lost and now I'm found
Wasn't looking, wasn't searching
You came without
'm writing this song
I shed a few tears when I got that phone call
You are normal in the day, and gone by night
It just don't make sense, it doesn't seem right
I was broke and bummy
Never had money
Nothing ever ever made sense
Now I'm rich and balling
Champagne pouring
Suddenly it all makes sense
I was broke
motherfucker
One by one, we'll start to subtract
And see how many motherfuckers got your back
'Cause when it comes down to it, we outs to clown
It's them
ran one lap
Ran so far from the streets that you can't come back
You tripping with nowhere to unpack, forgot that
In front of two-inch glass and Arabs
like an egg in the sky
And men are using a sense
They don't even know they have
Just to watch me walk by
And me, I'm supposed to be sensible
Leave my
AM, writin' goals on my checklist
2AM, sent a text to my best bitch
2AM,2AM,2AM,2AM,M,M
I need my money
Stacks on Stacks
I want the pesos, the payroll
Common
hair
Reginald VelJohnson just a shout away
Two sitcom stars without a care
I made my way past exchanging hellos with both
Then I made my way down
actions so many voices
I exhale as if I have any breath to exhale
Two corners captured i relocate inside
On and on and on a constant
The night draws in
His Name Emmanuel, God with us, Present Tense,
So tell me why you worried, huh Make it make sense, Make it make sense
Make it make sense I was tryna
and Fifties yeah no none for you
Some of these women they jumpin and jumping around kangaroo
Count up a check and I times it by two if I'm going ghost then
to mark your
One two one two
One two one two one two one two
Take the steps before you
Trickle down like rain
The flood won't hurt you
One two one two
One
"One beer? Man you gotta give me a dollar for a beer"
Check this out
One time, steps a man
Common Sense and the Unamerican Caravan
The true
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
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