Lyrics:
Well there was an old man who lived by the mill
If he ain't moved away he's a livin' there still
Singing Fie diddle-eye diddle-eye dye, diddle-eye
position
They say that he stay on a mission
I on my game like ima corey kenshin
Keep a choke on ya bo like in going lenching
I'm from the physic ward
gay-conscious now
That's like the
Whole thing like with the Internet
Every day, somebody's- "Ooh I can tell he gay
Now!" you know, but back in the day
People used
(Check, yuh)
(Hey, hey, hey)
Look
I'll make a mill and I'll stack it
I'll put you all in the past tense
My dream Beamer got black tints
I did ninety
them years (Brooklyn)
He was Outta town, Young nigga putting in Over time
Cant take a wrong step, That's just the shit he on
After the first Mill, It was
but I'm still gonna tell you it's fine
I need a mill
Give me some time
I need a perc
Pour up a line
You can't let these bitches go to the mind
You can't
pretty hot
'Cause he knowin that Tecca Ninna's a dirty chopper
He's handle, holmes, here's a handful
How in the hell he hovering having hella go H.A.M.
"Twista how come your style be so vicious?"
The OG in the building but still our flow so ambitious
With the pro [?] from off of the block
It don't matter if
he's just your run-of-the-mill dragon, you know.
St. George: Mmm-hmm. Yes, Sir. You can go now.
Knave: Hey, by the way, how you gonna catch him?
St.
zip code number off by heart
Watched our civil war from the roof of The Empire State Building
Got home in time to catch the Late Late Show
Or else, I
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still
death-in-life.
They could not leave him. After he was gone,
The two remaining found a fallen stem
And Enoch's comrade, careless of himself,
Fire-hollowing this in
Gotta find a way to start the finish of me missin' ends
Clueless true but still an opportunist
Who had nothin' to lose really, there isn't a lot to it
He
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still
at uncle Slaton's 'cause he's getting on in years
You know he no longer travels but he's still pretty spry
He's not much on talk and he's just too mean
at uncle Slaton's 'cause he's getting on in years
You know he no longer travels but he's still pretty spry
He's not much on talk and he's just too mean
more anger in me, happy person I'm becoming
They are still trapped in the building so their pain is never numbing
Sport car is looking stunning
She's
shit
Don't send my only son to put in work to be on gang shit
He's only sixteen but robing men's like he on gang shit
I got to get him now cuz pretty
in the rust of abandon
The story goes there's a ghost in the mill
After sixty odd years he's in there still
If you look close enough just might catch
Holding onto the scepter
Still in possession
Even with no feel
Because of bad receptors
Living a lie within a lie
That he created
And wondering if it was
The Lox, you know that it's on site (fuck with The Lox)
Master of the goon talk, yet there still a wizard barefoot in a blizzard
I could fuck around
to the club
He coming out with bag in
Hold up let me thank my brother
I wouldn't be here if it wasn’t for these two
They sittin' next to me they had
A mill
together, how I'm still getting better
I'm finding more gold as I dig in the dirt with a shovel
I got the last laugh, don't get blown away by the backdraft
Foot on the gas don’t stop
Ducking the jakes, watching for opps
Sticking and moving like a young n**** supposed too
Diving in the pussy you still on her
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