Lyrics:
Which is really on the wall
I got a color TV, so I can see
The Knicks play basketball, hear me talkin' 'bout
Checkbook, credit cards, mo' money
Than
world and live afloat
Kill 2 birds with one stone cuz your minding your business
Brand your name so that way yourself is your own business
Murder beats
Which is really on the wall
I got a color TV, so I can see
The Knicks play basketball, hear me talkin' 'bout
Checkbook, credit cards, mo' money
Than
lack of confidence
Translates into inaction
That lowers confidence levels even further
On and
On "So, first of all, " he told the audience
"let me assert
errands for me
Ridin dirty the dank by the tank
I've been to jail
Ain't going again
High in three ways
Smokin loud, off a red bull, and I'm an angel
on top you beat
Now I lost faith in all that remains
You grimy fucks got me living in vain
Pocket this nine at 10 it rains
Up the umbrella protect ya
a sinking heart my tears would well up in my eyes and drop into a sizzle on the hot ground
I felt it was all me but ya look around and the truth is there is
wondered if he should trust the stranger in the desert.
- "Well, it's not far at all, you'll be there tomorrow evening. Now let me treat you to dinner."
She a brainiac them hips a lie
All these badd bitches want my dick for hire
Southside, this the Chi
West side slide by
East side shore drive
North side
punch mine the way I up the chop
You would thought that I was scared to box
Gucci flops on
I paid two for a pair of socks
King of the scams, bitch
I'm
And that's real as can be
Pardon me while I go back in
T I M E
New millennium post 2k
Adolescents grind mode since 13
OD on PT
Pulled the baddest girl in
for the job
Take it to the Wild Wild West
{*beat kicks in*}
BOODOODOO..
[Intro Pt. II: Crisis (RZA) {Ms. Roxy}]
Yeah.. (Come on son)
The one
and told them color me bad
Blue faces
Get that new money, and it's breaking me down honey
Two tears in the bucket I cry with you
But I could never lie
listen/ now what you say: horrified dreams/ wake up/ that’s one scream/ day by day/ now you here again
Pt 2
Oracle flow/ listen it’s me/ I get her pussy
shorty hit my flip
2 flip phones, shorty hit my flip
80 by my dick, shorty hit a lick
2 flip phones, shorty hit my flip
Shorty lean on me, flip phone
I've been searching all of my life
I used to be so color blind
You opened up my eyes
Do you wanna share your dreams
See a different side of me
Your
to invest, man
If you ever felt like me, embrace ya heart
No matter what shade you are, the colors
The world is such a crazy place
Blinded by the shady gray
Dolarz
I was the first young nigga melting niggas
I gave y'all motivation
So if this ass whooping you taking Is your
Way of showing your token
by my coffee cup
It's six forty two and I'm waiting for you
Before I remember it's not a Tuesday
So I go on my way and the demons follow
'Cause
to break out from seeing only the inside of reflected ocean on the sky.
It was early 2001 and I was almost 23. I'd finished recording the Glow pt. 2 and I
a crazy kind of love
Two-Three-Four
Aaaahh-Way
Lack-of-nookies-got-me!
Aaaaahh-Way
Come-on-I-wanna-lay-ya!
Aaaaahh-Way
You got to find yourself a crazy
on hundreds, I'm ready to die, ayy
And by the way, we gettin' high today
Heaven's to Betsy, your bitch on my testies
I hit 'em like Messi, a mile away (ooh)
rather die
2 twins glockies max and ruby tryna send you up to Whitney
No pt be on his grind but ain't no fucking skaters with me
Try some stupid he gone
the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love
[ VERSE 2 ]
I got a lotta love, cause you're all my brothers
Red or blue, black's the color
We got a chance, so we can
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