Lyrics:
Unless you wana go to war
I up this fye broad day fuck nigga, it ain't shit to up the score
And I'll leave three Niggas dead
If they don't move on ahead by
in
His house by himself
He was talking hella shit
That boy run out his mouth
Only two niggas pulled up
With two hammers out
Now he's three outta luck
Leave you there crying on your own
Be a man, lose your queen you ain't no drone
So shut up bitch and watch that tone
You never guess by day three where I
up north
Where seven make a three, turn a ten by law
Crescent moon wink, when I blinked it was gone
Left the crib, smacked, no sheath on the sword
when I'm scrambling at night
And if its off the set I brought hammers to the fight
But we from New York City, right Cam?
[Cam'ron]
Ya damn right
Mary Mary’s little lamb is
One of three absorbed
My friend, you are the pecking order’s whore
Kshhht! Roger dodger
Camp of the squalid contra
The single
I can see my old ho standing by the mile
Away from the do' just looking at me
Her best friend telling her to holla at me
She wanna say something
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
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In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
It's forty long years I have traveled
All by the contents of me pack
Me hammers, me awls and me pinchers
I carry them all on me back
Oh, my wife
the track
It's not a trivial pursuit
It's a matter of facts
Please have your pen and paper ready
The facts will commence in 3 2 1
Facts
Black-thighed
Why would I read if I take it by faith
Why would I read if I take it by faith
Seven and seven and three
7-Eleven at 3:00
Couple of Games covered in
1, 2, 3 (7)
Let it go and be free (it's Heaven)
4, 5, 6 (the Door)
Leave all 'em stones and sticks (3+4)
7, 8, 9 (damn)
Baby you so damn fine (hot
[3] - I'm going to vauco in my black seville
I follow two my behind a truck with half a mil
I make my first stop at my homeboys ranch
I ask him
[Intro - Sample from "Overture Of Foxy Brown" by Willie Hutch]
(Sugar don't do it)
(Noooooo)
(Don't let 'em down)
[Verse 1 - Freeway]
State Property
drinkin' Boilermakers
M.D. 20/20 mixed with Boone's, Farm's, and Olde English
Around the clock, deuce-four-seven, three-sixty-fifth
Cause your bass rock
it reminds me that in six days
God made this great Heaven and Earth
When I see the seven, it reminds me that on the seventh day
God rested from His
another dope fiend beat another with a hammer
Remember at the park, seen a nigga at a payphone
Got rocked in his dome, momma picked me up and ran home
Was
scored (Bu-bush)
Couldn't give a toss about law (Nope)
Niggas know CB (They know)
More time, if it was done by the 7th
It was done by me (Go ask about)
I
a motherfuckin' genius and you in some bad shit
Step 'round a corner with my crewneck on
Hammer can't touch me, man I'm too hands on
I don't know you man, we
Till the world is gone
This go all around the world
So we carry on (six-seven, click-clack!)
I'm drunk from the show last night but
I gotta catch
for him
Hops in the seven
He gets six figures
When he gets off at five
I'm what he's hungry for
Three little letters and I'm in the mood (in
pay off
Bitch I'm in the party getting touched on by 3 bitches
She rub me like a genie in a lamp she want 3 wishes
We be making money moves
Niggas
its mold
(Said imagine Mary Jane)
Five years old, Behind a closet door
(Not living by his name)
Justice lost, innocence abused
(But I've denied for
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