Lyrics:
queasy
Tune into the madness
Transfixed and bewitched by the flickering TV
Up, hold up, don't touch that dial
Look at our isle of muck and bile
With
with a switch, I swear that bitch might cost a rack
Down to spend it any moment, no lil heart-dressed in all black
50boyz can't come around, can't hang
effect
BDP Posse rule, every time, seen?
And seckle!
Anyone we see with a crown 'pon dem head
We just push it off, seen?
Because KRS One is teacher
And we
Live back at 'cha Westside baby
Aight fuck it, we gone flip some new shit now
You heard "All Eyez on Me," niggas know what time it is
(Makaveli
Live back at 'cha Westside baby
Aight fuck it, we gone flip some new shit now
You heard "All Eyez on Me," niggas know what time it is
(Makaveli
I'm Yukked Up Here In New England
New England
Here We All Yukked Up
Here We All Yukked Up
Every time I head to work
I gotta put up with jerks
Wanna
Check 1 Check 2
Sending this one out to the Home School crew
Old School Crew New School
You know how we do
This one's for you
Framnecho Boyz in
the session
I'm getting high ain't worried bout a message
Talk what they think they don't talk what they know
If you got smoke better slide with that pole
See
Everyone’s always worried about what I got
Or if I’m ever gonna be an icon
I’m just worried about trynna keep my lights on
You really boutta piss off
[2Pac]
Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby
Aight fuck it, we gone flip some new shit now
You heard "All Eyez on Me," niggaz know what time it is
Him
And I can't front for you no more
Niggas be in slow-mo, yellow light, freeze frame
Niggas need to reframe
Reclaimin' my time
Nothin' less than
'drug-selling merciless jackers',
Forever buzz, roll with thugs and dogs,
Commence the letting off rounds, then escape in the fog,
Who wants to see me solo?
a new drop
The roof off
Uh
Callin' up D3MON, talking bout a bag
Pull up to the stu' and we gone light up after class
When I say slat bitch you better
throw on my hoodies, my villain boots
Puttin' my team down with this rap scoop
Puttin' my fingers in the A and R's face
Get off my back, yo get in
Now my main wifey, dead as shaded chicks,
Official Lost Boyz since the year of 86
And fuck these crooked niggas I could kill em with a passion,
Up is the direction, Top spot projection
Coming at me, better use your discretion
I burn MC's like the trees in my sessions
Put them in detention,
the future
Tomorrow's another day but today, they just might shoot you
For your ride, fuck your pride, hah better be out your seat
Quick and snappy with
Now my main wifey, dead as shady chicks,
Official Lost Boyz since the year of '86
And fuck these crooked niggas I could kill 'em with a passion
At times
When the lights shut off
And it's my turn to settle down
My main concern
Promise that you will sing about me
Promise that you will sing about me
to a vegetable
But I seed the crops
Picking out my weeds
As I'm heading to the top
My ppls showing love
Waiting for new hits to drop
My goonz still killin off
overdue
Pushing plays now everybody acting brand new
Everywhere I go I'm holding stick, hike in the woods
Burglar Boyz we outside, got it popping with
the lights on or off
Do you mind if you ride on top
Baby girl please now don't you stop
You bet not
Who do it better than you
Nobody
Nobody, yea
Nobody
Who do
individual I be splittin through
That Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule
Better move with a set of tools
I be doin it to mics when I'm a,
That Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule
Better move with a set of tools
I be doin it to mics when I'm a, heterosexual
I load the mic then
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