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how to cope[01:28.95]Tryna make a path up in the scene before I get smoked[01:33.02]These things I say is truth but I wish that I was lyin[01:36.13]All
Niggas that caught Sean Bell
Slippin' with the nina
A day before the wedding
Safety off the weapon
Though all these things
Play in my head
I keep
Couldn't take his eyes of Joe and me
It runs in the family
All the things we are
Looking back it?s so bizarre
Like a dream within a dream
We're all
Because I know better, I flow better than the average Joe
I use my Nubian stick to overthrow
That same ol' thing
The same ol' thing (all over
Just stand still
What could make a girl believe
The wicked things he'd say?
What could make a girl believe
The wicked things he'd say?
Like by
Couldn't take his eyes of Joe and me
Looking back it's so bizarre
It runs in the family
All the things we are
On the backseat of the car
With Joseph
pray tell, good sir
I give way…
V 12
Knox
With this in mind,
And your permission, sir
I’ve something to say…
V13
Roosevelt
By all means, Knox
moving lowkey though I'm highly influencial
And instrumental for putting my life on all these instrumentals cause I'm a
Young n**** but I got an old soul,
Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh, my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh, my oh
Son of a gun we'll have
no relationship that cannot be saved, so youre in the right place. All right. Lets make a start. So, I want you to say two things you like about each
It's the most awful thing you'll ever hear.
If you're lying to me...
Oh, you dearly love her.
...just have to leave... all our lives.
Seize the day!
This instrumental reminds me of…
This instrumental reminds me of…
It reminds me of Sing About Me by Mr. Lamar
It sort of sounds like a funeral
But it
I feel so good come payday
I think of all the things I'm gonna buy
When I pick up my pay
Don't you know, but then they hand me that little
thing
If you cross me once, no going back
I done lost so much homies I'm losing track
As we get older, time flies by fast
So ima live every moment like
myself than my situation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
(Going... going... gone)
Look, look, look...
See, I
When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh no you never let me down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I
my competitor's car
These niggaz runnin 'round talkin 'bout they better than moi
When I'm done all that's gon' be left bitch is ya head and ya bra
I know they been hating on me
Cause niggas ride the wave when I speak
I ain't going for the same ole thing
Put respect up on my name when you speak
Now you'll find him at the
Pub nearly every single night
And when you least expect it
He'll break into a fight
By day a perfect gentleman that
We all
Bad bitches all in my recents
Set em on mute every one of em reachin'
I was in a game full of cheaters
Fucking with them hoes really turned me
And so the legend is continued
One mind, one pen, one instrumental
From young wolf to alpha
Made my bones by challenging my elders
My Alka-Seltzer,
[Fat Joe]
Yeah uh Terror Squad. (TS)
No Limit fam.
Uh TS. (TS)
Yeah yeah yeah uh.
NY to the NO.
Puttin it down like what.
Don
sabbatical
Voice of the future, black radical
Keeping all the damages collateral
Listening to instrumentals
Thinking about all the things I've been
and a pound of weed
It's on, it's on
[Fat Joe]
Now mami, let's get serious, 'cause by the looks of it
It seems your sexuality is just a little curious
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