Lyrics:
Here comes Usnavi!
Yo! Yo! Yo, y-y-yo-yo!
Now, now, everyone gather 'round
Sit down, listen, I got an announcement
Wow, there's nothing here
stepping at the function
Keith Lawrence is a weapon of mass destruction
Brixton DJ and he played the funk, son
A local hero yo, but now he ain't unsung
nigga beat (ayy, come here)
Beat that lil' pussy right to sleep (ah, ah, ah, ah)
She a vegetarian, but she love my meat (woo)
Dolph, you a fool (uh)
of the plotline
Ain't no ringer on my phone, going dolo
If you got a problem, just call up the hotline
Thumb flickering, come in the club kickin it
Rolling my
and an arm
(Yeah yeah yeah)
Betta cover ya life
All I need is a price
I ain't here to do right
I do more than get by
I done flooded my arm
(Yeah yeah yeah)
It's so cold in here I mean deep inside
I've got no where to run can no longer hide
I know You said that You'd always be by my side
Through my
Someone's dad passed out in the street
The wind-up key woker bees
Buzz right on by
At night he still lies
There 'cause nobody cares
Insects with
Serving them junkies
Out in these streets
I be serving them neighborhood fiends
I'm all over the bread like a sesame seed
My conscious keep telling me
move forward by the aid of symbols
and we change those symbols as we move forward.
Who said that? Is there an echo in here? A catalectic tetrameter
Marty, let me come up in this party like I'm Scarface
To point the finger at the bad guy (go ahead)
At four years old I been a rabbi (gotta leave)
Let
life a lil' fun (Fun)
Ain't no one of my hoes boring (Boring)
Got Chanel by the ton (Chanel by the ton)
More Sheneneh than Martin Lawrence (Sheneneh)
cliché it'll stay anyway
Neighborhood is gettin' quiet
In time it will be silent
And I'm growing with fear
I wanna be anywhere but here
Cause you got me
hopping along, when suddenly he comes and cures me.
One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next moment me livelihood's gone.
Not so much as a by your leave.
arms
And love one another
We’ll get there
Even if it’s not in this generation
We gotta keep working to build the foundation
Written By: Angel Hart
©
Big talk
Be quiet
There were times where I felt so alarmed
About a friend that I knew with a needle in his arm
Couple years passed by where I grew
don't get caught
Let's loot the spiffy hi-fi store, grab as much as you can hold
Pray your full arms don't fall off, here comes the owner with a gun
a lunatic
Hear me livin' on your ass bitch
Loadin' up my weapons gettin' ready for
Another street sweepin' neighborhood drug war
Police come around in
started nigga
Why you had to come all the way
Over here for a father figure
All that motivation I gave you
The only thing you grasped was
To go into Clips?
heart
Say there’s no place you’d rather be
Than here in my arms
Let the waves of your ocean
Come and tear me apart
Oh nothing compares when you’re here
comes imma be someone first
And I ain't gonna come second, and I ain't gonna come last
I be looking in the mirror like oh yeh I'm just tryna make me some
Once I dreamed that love would come and sweep me up away
Now it seems life's passed me by, I'm still alone today
Here come the tears
Looks like
Once I dreamed that love would come and sweep me up away
Now it seems life's passed me by, I'm still alone today
Here come the tears
Looks like
(Chanel by the ton)
More Sheneneh than Martin Lawrence (Sheneneh)
Skinny jeans with a gun (Jeans with a gun)
Play with me, it's a whole war (Whole war)
I
On the hard wood?
To black top courts in ya neighborhood
Yo, Biggie's on the low post
Heavens to swing man
Eh yo, check out the jam
Ohh jam, here comes the man
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