Lyrics:
are not just art for Michelangclo to carve
He can't rewrite the agro of my furied heart
I'll wait on mountain tops in Paris, cold
J'veux pas mourir tout
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
gotta a couple of rules that I learned to live by
At the age of 25, I hope the wisdom resides
Rule number ten
Fans and Followers
Some think you are
eating and getting fat while y'all dying of hunger
I get drunk in the winter, stay high in the summer
Watch out, my album's putting up McDonald's numbers
a steady hand
Intentions clouded on you
Ayy, all that talent can't buy no heart
Can be loyal by a fault
Never let my dogs
Do somethin' I wouldn't do,
through steel
So if my album ever sell 3 mil
I'm slashing every rapper with a deal
Every nigga with a video look like Seal
'Kiss From a Rose' - Not
More
you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
with some rules
Ayy, JoJo, I need you to take notes too
Don't take me off the deluxe album that no one gives a fuck about
Take me off the original too
juxtaposed to the gospel that I grew up to
I worship in all of these lyrics, I don't conform to church rules
I'm the King of New York
'Member those words
In
"We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show, and then I leave without
try to tell them, "We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no-one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show,
to tell them, "We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no-one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show, and then I
until I'm done
Ahh yea
Rule number two I don't know you I need a review
Ahh eee
Rule number three I ain't worried bout you why you worried bout me
Rule
for each man (Damn)
Then I scrapped that, 2 albums are now shelved
A personal hell completely composed by myself (Mmm)
But this one's workin', dropped
you
Rule number 1
Never give him someone to turn to at night
Rule number 2
Never bring your man around your crew
Rule number 3
Never call him
heart by three simple vision
[The Visions:]
The first was a planet engulfed by the sea
No dry land in sight, not a mountain or tree
No rock jutted out
heart by three simple vision
[The Visions:]
The first was a planet engulfed by the sea
No dry land in sight, not a mountain or tree
No rock jutted out
la rassi win 3aych «hemmmmha»
Mra love mra broken Heart my homies ra mrad
Trip f jbal
Dmaghi tayer
Nrja3 n7at album
Trip trip by my music
Trip trip by my
the music in they ears, they would have lost it
The seventh album by a musician they both revered
First time this planet heard it, let's call it a world
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
a hurricane, a tidal wave wave
In this digital realm where dreams ignite
I'm the melody in the neon night
Breakin' barriers, breakin' all the rules
I'm
3, never stop number 2
Followed all the signs til it came down to you
Rule number 1, never trip on a bitch
Rule number 2, never stop til I'm rich
Rule
dues
Bitch I play to win I ain't playin' by the rules
Blew me like soup and she did it in the booth
Got 36 styles I'm playin' that Wu
Not you wanna fuck
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