Lyrics:
I'm packing it
I'm plugged into the matrix, you know I'm hacking it
Style perfect without even a little crack in it
Well maybe a little musty
Old school
Look by a long shot
Ain't nobody could fuck with us
We the perfect tag team
An incubus and a succubus
I'm stuffin' somethin' hard
In a soft place
I'm
[Background] "I see the horizon the Grate Unknown"
[Ruck]
I'm telling you man cut it out
Yo...we embarked on this nocturnal excursion in order
Yeah
All up in yo' yeah
All up in your feelings girl
All up in yo'
All up in your feelings girl
Yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah ayyy
Yeah ay
Yea yea yeaa
I'm blacker than Mr. Po
They try to come between us i'm lettin that blicky blow
XVT don't die baby, my clique the meanest
Lil shawty sneak by you
by the hour
Lyte is rhymin, perfect timin
Milk keeps the beat (I keep the beat)
With the tap of his feet (With the tap of my feet)
When he count it
names and make fun of you
(Ho) But me the Lyte
I'm into speakin the truth
Like a watchtower, hour by the hour
Lyte is rhymin, perfect timin
Milk keeps
At night, I lie awake and this man is burning
Every waking moment, he haunts me
he's coming
I know he's coming
I see someone else in the fog by
Yo, yo, yo
From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
Now I see everything
Niggas who sling
Shaolin' cats thrown inside a bing
"Kareem"
If you want a verse on yo shit I need sum' cheese
I just bussed all in her face and then I told her to say cheese
I been really on my grind, don't
to bring business up during a social occasion
But I wanted you to know we're in the process of giving out some very sizable
Commissions
Link by link
Like 'ooh', I seen my man Meth going in raw
So he jumped up, balls out, hid in the closet
I'm dying laughing, he said "Yo, Starks, be quiet"
[Method
the project's finest, Zach cook the crack in the kettle
My heart got broken by that bitch, now I feel like damn I can't settle
Jump in that stolo, Glock with
parents by mother goose
They told me all these niggas out here buying shoes
Cuz they can't walk in yo shoes and that’s the truth
By myself most of the time
yo' switches
Your friends, swervin' yo' bitches and then burnin' your bridges
You stuck and severed in thoughts of when it's all gonna end
When
to an all time great
Calculate the next move I make
Crack the safe, keep that ace
In my waistband just in case
I'm no rat can't run yo' race
Not too good
Prada, Gucci attire watch who's behind ya! Squalie
[Juelz]
Yo we livin' the life of
Loca-vida, coke and cheever
Drive-by blow smoke on the policia
milli-ten Mac
Yo, I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off, chief
Deadly as Jason on Friday The 13th
A to the motherfuckin' K
Back in the days, niggas they
I'm not behind hoes Devine souls Plottin to kill all the demons In the killa many killins plenty seperable pillins These rappers now (I'll swallow yo
in the work)
My wife gon' have the keys call her Mrs Carter
I'm tired of small NAV chats on who mang mang smashed
Or who paid for ass
Versace sheets
like Mr. T is your back But he's
not So
don't act cute 'Cause if we do, you in high pursuit It's my thing
As the song
goes on, you will notice
on Worldstar, plus I'm Worldstar
You might have seen me once before
In ya girl car
Drumma Boy the name, but I go by D-Boy
Fresh nigga never known to miss a beat
Balance sheet too whack
Non blacks on crack but blacks still can't crack the fact that we're last
Gotta pull it together
By the time that it rains
We ain't
the flow yo
Somebody better step in
This the cure to the infection
Shake it up is the motive
Peace and love is the message
Hook (clay perry)
I'mma dog i'mma
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