Lyrics:
and the university
I don’t have much but my heart is my currency
Ima be by your side and through the adversity
You my best friend until the world ends
I pray everyday
they Popeye tough
Ever eye the throne in New York
You don’t disrupt enough
I’m always down to shake any moment
Pit to the Terrordome
Revolve around 3
Some heavy in the streets you can tell by the jewels uh
Reminiscing when I was a have not
Now I have knots in 3 different banks spots
2 seater drop
have!
But this sound you can hear;
the tempest beats upon the House
as it would beat upon a drum,
that is no sound to fear.
For the sound to fear
a special announcement right about now
We have a special guest that just stepped in the house
You know this man, he the smokiest cat in rap music
He goes by
lie to you I'm never bluffing
It frightens you don't have the
Slightest clue who I'm becoming
Stuck to my guns just for fun
Let them know I'm not
This for the homies
Real talk and real friends only
Check yourself, you no be my colleague
One to the three baby come dance for me
Never going
to go jail
cn accusation, that don't even have to be proven
Cause before you even go to court , your life's already ruined
Families being destroyed, by
Doug and Sally inside
They're cooking for the down five
Who're staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking up her pig pen
I'm searching for my
Inhale exhale let me breathe now
Want to feel the waves push by Poseidon (ya ya)
Want to see something bigger than python (oh my)
For eons peon
Try to pee
funk
Still gettin' down
Music won't have no race
Only space, peaceful space
Now it's time for the trip
Step inside my little ship
I can tell by
funk
Still gettin' down
Music won't have no race
Only space, peaceful space
Now it's time for the trip
Step inside my little ship
I can tell by
by myself, it never bothered me
No loyalty, No honesty
I'm a take you back to where this started for me
I'm talking birth place of hip hop, don't argue
down the door
And come in through your windows
No apples, let me tel u something you don’t know
No Snapple,
Now if you got that bar, your probably
the sign
The girl whipped out the gat and she blast three times
1 nigga laid dead
The other cocked back the gauge and shot her in the leg
"Don't shoot my
business, be your own boss,
Have a couple kids along with a faithful ass spouse.
It ain't no to play, can't you realize,
That your life is scorching by you
When you play the field, what's the penalty?
Unnecessary roughness, career endin' injuries for suckers
Stuck on stupid, shoot 'em with a dart like
When you play the field, what's the penalty?
Unnecessary roughness, career endin' injuries for suckers
Stuck on stupid, shoot 'em with a dart like
[Bridge]
1 for the money, 2 for the thugs
3 for the projects, 4 for the love
y'all gimme my rifle, we moving by bus
And if ya moving too fast they'll get
feel the same way
Big Phil
This for you pimpin'
Ooh (hey) I've been travelin' on this road too long (too long)
Just trying to find my way back home
and the golf course
Carry the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds
You're probably wondering by now
Just what this song is all about
What's
and the golf course
Carry the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds
You're probably wondering by now
Just what this song is all about
What's
from, it's clear we'll be remembered
So we started to hustle, pushing this music however
I swear that every door closed, we've been knocking it down
We'll
to say this
4th quarter and we down by two
You gon' pass or shoot?
It's 4th quarter and we down by two
Is you gon' pass or shoot?
It's 4th quarter
4th
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