Lyrics:
One, two
Yes, The Roots layin' back, real-xin
Coolin' out with my man Malik be
We call him Sla-xon
Ya know what I'm sayin? We in effect
Mo like
my she's a money maker
Hey my my she's gonna take ya
Way down down she's bound to break ya
Hey may she's a money maker
Oh, she just keeps me
enemies
And you can sing along 'cause I'm feelin' ya energy
Hey Nas, how ya doin'?
Take my name, and my number
Meanwhile, we'll be groovin'
But let's take,
jingle
Santa sits us on his knee
Christmas gifts lie patiently
Beneath our decorated tree
Fa ya la la ya la la la leee
Merry Christmas!
Happy
Speak of my language
People I hang with
You can't find this in ya big book
Never heard before
My crew bitch look
Hellur, straight crown
said my shit stopped ya
2001, I mixed opera now every cliques' got the
Sick caca with lots of rippin' about they chips, oughta
Listen to this quick
quema la piel y te enciende el cuerpo
Este ritmo con locura y te mueve hábil la cintura
Que te suda todita la piel ya no tengas duda
E ieieie
every sector
Every man around dem waan turn yuh inspector
But yuh no let dem sweat ya no grill yuh wid no lecture
'Bout dem power drill or dem fuel
Figg Side!
(Ball so hard) what's fifty grand to a mothafucka like me?
Can you please remind me?
Shit, I'll remind ya
Put that steel behind ya
you to throw it
You fell a victim to pressure, yea, I know it can stress ya
But you're only a man, homie, I can't be mad at ya
Please Lord forgive him,
Thunderstorm in the forecast
More time to meditate on ya war path
To the face wit a whole blunt
All my chains and a watch on that's a cold front
One day you'll learn when you get burned
By then it will be too late you ya
Be too late for ya
When the fire spreads and burns, don't you know?
they clothes (yeah)
And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes (right)
Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw (uh)
Chrome to ya dome 'til
To all you playa haters
Hate at the playa, not the game, baby
Uh, we goin’ put it on ya
Make it loud n clear
All of my shorties
Whether far
Nigga ya heard what I said, I'm an opportunist (yeah)
Soft to hard, white to green (green)
All these free agents, ya better build ya team (that's right)
hit, ya still stuck in a limbo (damn)
An adlib here, and an adlib there (ay)
Fuck it, adlibs everywhere (yeah)
As I proceed to give ya what you need
Champion (Champion)
It's the return of the microphone fiend
I be the first nigga to split ya spleen
Impair ya vision, leave ya cataract split-screen
a fucker like John F.
Connect ya like Nynex, nigga holla
I'm on the corner like Hollywood with a Starbuck
Bring it to ya like the Japs in Pearl Harbor
Red
"Everywhere I turn, I see, your face..."
[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah, ah, yeah, yo, yo, yeah
Yeah, motivate, motivate, from the gate, ya'll
Yeah,
go
Once again my niggas, here we go
Come on, guess who's back in town,
Bitches get on the dance floor and pull ya shit on down!
From miles
again my n****, here we go
Arrrrah!
[Verse 1]
Come on, guess who's back in town,
B**** get on the dance floor and pull ya s**** on doownnah!
From
bien ya no importa
Pues la neta que ni falta me haces
Yo creí que al irte de mi lado
Ya mi vida no tendría sentido
Pero estaba tan equivocada
Papalote en el aigre
Dale un besito
Al hijo de mi madre
Ya tienes tu grandote
Pa' que lo quieras mucho
Y lo hagas padecer
Ya no soy papalote
speak clearly 'cause I don't think they hearin' me
A nigga only fear's gettin' charged with conspiracy
I'ca get it right to ya, sticky green white to ya
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