Lyrics:
by, a cry rings out
And, oh how I love that face
Such a tiny treasure
My heart beats out of pace
Am I prepared and should I fly?
Nothing's certain up in
boy beat a murder and now
I'll see him in Jumaa
And now it's only? Muhammad? for his junior
He got a second chance and
Got him a second life
I'm jokin'
the same speech
Beats by 1080 808's in HD
Check check the whip it's cocaine the Paint's Bleached
Bench press breaks when you race me
Or Ill have you thinking
the streets
A pint of Guinness to kill your kidneys
I meant liver, fuck
Love living superior
By the Hudson river
Beat break so cold, make em fucking shiver
Like
today
Huh!
Yuh
Most days I feel like the bad guy (Bad guy)
Superbad beat the devil by a landslide
(Huh!)
Leave a hand unshook
Josh these hearts since mine
Breathing life through the mic as I bring it alive
Make a little kid jive and a grown man cry
I'm bright I shine I fight to survive
Be the best in
built to live with that
Say what you want but dis shit is facts
Ridin down 85 wit da windows cracked
I was boomin when I lived up off da Nat
Over by da
for Uncle Sam
Though I don't believe in raving
Ev'ry time I see it waving
There's a chill runs up my back
That makes me glad I'm what I am
Here's
You know I gotta drop something we in here
I've been making plays for a minute
Ladies know it's me
Since my jeans had a crease
I ain't never had
BROADCASTS FAR AND WIDE ALL ACROSS THE MAP
YES (YES) Y?ALL TO THE BEAT WE MARCH ON FORWARD NEVER BACK
DOIN? WHAT COMES NATURALLY ? KEEP IT REAL LIKE THAT
[Eyedea]
This is a big "Fuck You" to anyone out there that hates us
It ain't my fault you fail to recognize what great is
If you weren't so caught up
chases by a cop,play inalientness
we were ininanfamous,myth like the monster of loch ness
nevertheless we kept it going to long
its hardt to stay strong
Little Joe, Little Joe
He said he had to leave his home his paw had married twice
His new ma beat him every day or two
So he saddled up ole Chaw one
Verse 1
Damn this beat is dope
Menace on the flow
Time to run amuck
Got my eyes low,
With my head up,
Four fingers down,
Middle finger up,
Sin on my
regret it
If you think your meanest, I'm a menace
Hear ur screams, take you up to Venice
All the other people, won't hear it
Hog tieing you, for
make it or make goin against any prohibition call me Al Capone
You can tell by the look in our eyes that we winners
Stay driven like taxis go getters
No
why do they think I'm broad
Is it my lyrics is hard or is I'm wit the Mob
From the Six, now all these rappers talkin shit
But I must be schemin on my
Forty thousand for the new Mercedes
Now she's steady beggin' for the passy
Young nigga flyer than a heli'
I can take a trip becah I'm flashy
Pull up
you have to kill motherfucker
Now Lil Burn-One's the nigga hoe hoppin, dro' copin', gun toter
Wool club loader, 4-5 in the holster
And its the take
Let's go,
Baby I gotta have some more,
(Turn the track up)
What's it gonna take to get a score,
(Turn the beat up, yeah)
Got me like a fiend
that I would meet-
But it was physics, and subtraction, to an ancient beat.
Oh, it burned like a fire and I wore it so...
We are tied up in desire and we
Summer dries your wings
Shine a light
When you're chemical
Firefly
Dance when your legs are num and strain
Figure out how to make it and play
Beat it up if
head, they dogs was on our crotches
And they would beat us up if we had diamonds on our watches
And they would take our drugs and money, as they pick
were eaten by a heat wave
While here it rains all night and it blows a sweet breeze
I think I'll call you up
And say please, baby please
I love
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