Lyrics:
run to the law
That's why I can't even run 'less I run with a four
or I walk with a three, come and talk to 'em P
You can catch me down bottom with
Guarantee you step out of line only one time
Enjoy that sunset 'cause you won't see the sun shine
When we line 'em up-
If life's a bad bitch, ain't
me tell you somethin' bout a nigga named Short
Rappers always talk about the way I can't flow
But let me hit the mall with the same MC's
I be signin
gonna leave you baby, goin' down to Steamboat Tennessee,
'Cause it's the last time you're a-gonna crease up bedsheets with me!
Your New York lights
or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's messed up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert
You
Aye Rod, do or die, you revolutionized all styles of super fly
Suit & ties to every single Jordan, yeah, you knew the vibe
By the way, I still ain't
[Intro]
It's the return of a living legend mayne; I done did it once
And you ain't never seen nobody do it again huh?
You gotta love it, cause it's
meant to be and I'm oh so glad I found you
Need you ev'ry day, gotta have your love around me
Baby, always stay 'cause I can't go back to livin' without
Quality material
Yo, check this out
Yeah, you heard it
Kweli
You don't know how to say it by now, fuck you
Broadcastin' live, from Brooklyn, New York
The chosen one, I make a dime every week
Riviere in my neck, now it's time for my teeth
I ain't never seen a young nigga trim in me
I went to New York, keep
know (I don't know)
I'm in the 'Raq, I ain't even see my moms, I'm with my bros (bros)
You tell me show up, I can't pull up armed, I don't go (won't
I got the heart of a lion
We living in the jungle
Ain’t no room for being humble
Can’t stop you know that we wont stop til we on top
The family
there be light
No gang banging in new york tonight
Just murals of Biggie Smalls, bigger then life
Turn up the kid mic 'cause ya'll ain't listening
(haters support)
The haters support (yeah)
Joyner been workin' and I ain't takin' no shorts
When they tell me be humble, then I'ma take in too far
Shit,
got the centerpiece, I got the keys
I get the bag, and I count it by three
There ain’t no option, but to be me
Aye, we winning, and you know that it’s
A bitch named bitch
Whos thick with grey eyes
Who loves to suck dick and get hit by eight guys
Its Bugz bitch, you the fuck you thunk it was?
Gettin drunk
everything including the
Möet in the cup brooklyn, New York
(Legend) , pledging allegiance
Clowns that get out of bounds
And don't follow procedures
Ayo, you
more sick
You turn them hoes off, I put 'em on so they on this
You talk game grammar school, mines metamorphic
Dem fools ain't killin' nuttin' in
new ain't 'bout to change
I'm still gonna do it my way
Yeah I still remain
So tell me why you hate the game?
So tell me why you hate the game?
This
of nigga
Then this shit's for you
All my gun slingin' niggas from
LA to New York who ain't havin' it
Let the pistols spray then we talk
'Cause a nigga got
like the south but I was born in New York
When I talk they in love with the accent
And I just pulled up heard the packs in
High like mountains in
can't hide no
Ain't no way your shade
Can overtake my shadow
Plain as day
The sunny raise are atoms
Bison played the sounds
You herd a cattle
You gone
a while back but the shit got fixed
Got bored so I bought me some brand new sticks
Chrona, I can't fall for them old ass tricks
So glad that I'm done
in the state of New York
Gettin' a thousand for a show but you still want to squawk
Can't get a decent contract, your beats ain't workin'
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