Lyrics:
the album I dropped for the street and I re-tarred it
Crack up on it like a phone screen All the bills blue if it's green, block it
I don't need a 10 in these
nowhere to go ('cause I be runnin' this)
Reaper saved your soul (come on)
Surroned by the colors, I see crimson, black and blue (come on)
Locking open
bars, livin' pipe dreams
You only gangsta through your bop screen (yeah)
Might set the reason for the crime scene
Fill up the city with madness (yeah)
Lost city of New Orleans, we call him this
(Georgia)
Now
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
know why cause I was
Frivolous but now I’m a saver
I’m a hustler by nature
I can sell bread to a baker
Sell a fence to my next door neighbour
I wanna buy
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
"Gangsta Boogiegangsta Boogie"
It's the P with the V from NY to the D
Comin' through with the heat we
Got the "Gangsta Boogie"
And spit fire like
nowhere to go ('cause I be runnin' this)
Reaper saved your soul (come on)
Surroned by the colors, I see crimson, black and blue (come on)
Locking open
about it
Dialectrik Blue is the crew and they still talk about it
Whether we don't or we do they gon still talk
Ask Tshila
Ask O.P
Ask Haji
Been through
Living inside my superstitions coming out of ghost town
This song started as an album story
About a boy kidnapped by aliens
One hell of an allegory
Each
hear that name and place a trigger to the figure who
It blew through and if ya try ta rip, I throw a bigger blue shoe to you
And if you take the shoe,
the reason yo buddy late
Had to shift gears and then act like my blinkers aint workin'
So I could get outta that bloody lane
It ain't no truth or dares where
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
and quarter pounds down to ozones
(Who you?) I'm Dat Nigga, D-A to the Z (uh-huh)
A motherfuckin' playa, for the D-P to the G
Connectin' lyrics like dot
smokin', thinkin' about the world, dice rollin'
Police behind me, blue lights glowin'
Keep goin', I ain't gonna stop (Hell nah)
Fuck a cell, I don't wanna
album on their shopping cart
And supposedly now everyone knows waste plan by heart
I gave everybody a fresh start
Cause remember in four people were mad
If you're headed to the store this holiday season
And you're triggered by lines and think it's a reason
To ask for the manager like a V.I.P
If
a bitch
And then I will be struck by lightning, poisoned to the death
Give me all the reasons you can say the past, all
What do you mean you just
you'd stay
I'll just put on my favorite beach boys album
And cry my blues away
She was the reason I was singing
But then she took with her my song
So now
(People never care 'til it's R.I.P.)
Yes... absolutely
(Niggas turned they back on me for no good reason
Loyalty is priceless and it's all I need)
By Harry Nilsson A.S.C.A.P and Richard Starkey M.B.E.
STOP AND TAKE THE TIME TO SMELL THE ROSES,
STOP AND TAKE THE TIME TO FILL YOUR NOSES,
STOP
album got that Wu-Tang like Raekwon
This be a brand new year for the G
Even when I'm rockin' like a Black Beetle Paul McCartney
The months gone by are
and faeter by Saskia
On the computer
The musical Looter
Zeb on the mike
I'm the underground booster
(QF Da Funkee P:)
Yeah QF Da Funkee P is in da house,
you
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