Lyrics:
Y'all still stoning prophets in spite
Not phased with my spot in the light
Let you tell it ras bitter and jealous
No I'm just better a spitter
They try
boots
Puttin my team, down with this rap scoop
Puttin my fingers in the A&R face
Get off my face, yo get in the race
Black matter fact, yo this is
Signs spots stare at me too long
Have you seein' that white light you come at me wrong
Or any one of my dawgs, I'll be settin' it off
You was raised
depression
Now I'm certain, that the curtain
Won't close on my session
The devil's lurkin by with every step that I take
Tryna take me down like I swim
[Hook: Plies]
Better ride with your fire
Stay ya ass home
Why?
Becasue you in a muthafuckin chopper zone!
And any FLAGGIN nigga liable to cut them
a gimmick
On My missionary I will never pick a position
By bedside light I unwind
With Barry Weiss's opinions
While everybody's offended
I'm just steady
off-white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with
a peon
Gold on my neck, it be cheesin' Leavin' my girl, I ain't givin' no reason
My feelings change with the season Better be doin' the things that you
off, and my dick'll go soft.
Never mix business with your sickness.
Enemy see me flippin' in the picnic with your little divide and conquer,
My
seems like everything is all Satan
[1st Verse]
In the new millennium
You can't play with nobody's mind
Man
Deliberately messing up a good thing
a zip for like 85
Sold 9 Gs and still had smoke for a 4.5
Yeah nigga it's a big blunt session
So when you rolling up better add an extension
If you want
understand
If they'd get off there ass and mash
How do you manage?
Paranoid, don't even trust my boyz
Watch for the plot and delays envoys
Scopin' like
homey get in
Gloccs of Velveeta, yep, I'm off the meter
Ride by and see you with my hands on a h***
Wanna be like the O but you act like a ***
Gotta lot
getting to bragging
Something massive fans i move by the masses
Real talk when the lights off Im ya nightmare
Bitch Im on ya ass like new jeans a tight pair
it's easy to go back to
Fake nigga you in it for the ho's and dough
Cut yo lights off nigga see yo soul glow
I'm light skin so it's like I'm using soul
past that
Coming into the new millenium, we can't forget our elders
I got off the 2 train in brooklyn on my way to a session
Said let me help this woman
the hoarsest jive
I need a crib with ally the porches wide
So I can i come off tour to a big place to store the ride
Too many step, it's just more that died
to the Porsche's with the wides on it
'Fore you snitches bitch, you better put your lives on it
Get you twisted by the ? with them wires on it
I get my money
to the Porsche's with the wides on it
'Fore you snitches bitch, you better put your lives on it
Get you twisted by the ? with them wires on it
I get my money
the Colt 45, I'ma need somethin' stronger
If I pop any caps, it better be off of vodka
Round after round after round, I'm gettin' loaded
That's a lot
from depression, even through oppression
The love that we have ain't nothing to be messed with
Class in session, better learn bout my worth cause we all
Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
Cage, face off
The dark knight, i make it a dark night when
I'm gettin' that K off
Better than whoever done it
Even officers better run it with the drum
I
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