Lyrics:
We'd like to ask now that all passengers please hold
Their breath, as we take you through an underwater hip hop extravaganza.
Now last night,
is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
you forgot
Wizards and gods couldn't tell you the odds
Of the ancient algebra that makes things go
Rights come by wrongs, but we keep singing songs
Ho fatto spese folli alla Nicholas Cage (seh)
Cinque mogli, matrimoni lampo alla Nicholas Cage
Top boy come Dushane (top boy)
Playboy come Bruce
night I seek light in the confusion, I stick to the music and skip the baggage of delusion. Managed to come through and I'm in the minimalism yo
I got all my friends come through
And you should bring your friends too
It's gonna be a movie, yeah it'll be a movie
It's gon' be a movie, yeah it'll
I got all my friends come through
And you should bring your friends too
It's gonna be a movie, yeah it'll be a movie
It's gon' be a movie, yeah it'll
But I don't wanna be a playa no more
I'm not a playa, I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Brock still down by law
Who's down to crush
Man, I've been riding through the country for a while now
Ain't nothing like home, but y'all make everywhere fell like home for me
Let's go
They
goin' feel my pain, they don't know where we come from
I can talk shit 'cause I was shit
Diamonds shining on me, need a off switch
Niggas talking
get knocked I do the time and still come home a man
Heads I'm just out here catching all these heads
Shoot through that bitch yeah I'm running all
the drive thru she let me slide thru
You ain't got to tell my ass the truth girl I lie too we ain't never playing by the rules
Who they apply to telling me
know they gonna come thru for a good time, ya feel me?
Shiiitt hol' up you might be on to something
Hmm interesting say less bro
Next stop is Singapore
some fun
Swear that I'll get you home by four
In the morning when its cold and you're all alone
Remember if you come outside then you can come home
Baby
darkness
Lead the masses
Blind the slaves
To the end
Towards destruction
Through the path of pain and war
Reign of blood and threats of death
Montañas de
me
Massive you don't wanna go there
I got mad skills and style I will get wild
Feel my file conceptually ahead by miles
Who's to blame when your lyrics
(tell 'em)
I'm sick of y'all fake Timbaland beat bitin', you know what I'm sayin'
I'ma bring it to y'all like this
By all means necessary
You might
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
don't even know my brothers name
Bill Ritchie he lives in Chicago
He rides through town in an Eldorado
Maldo black, real white so I'm lookin
And I
keep reading but surrounded by heathens
Sword never sheathen never give me a reason
Followin Christ until completion
Ephesian beyond the age of reason
then
Know you reminiscing bout me anyway let me fall thru
Nah, her shit ain't hittin like your shit so I called you
Oh you got a friend that wanna come
attempts to "ready him for the world"
by tempting him with the "fruit of woman.
" David introduces Paul to Natasha Toussaint,
a beautifully exotic French
brother
In the wheel inside the wheel
The Krewe of the Crossbones
Parades into the midnight sun
They march through the fire
And come out beating
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