Lyrics:
me you see a star without a telescope
I knew this shit was my calling without a telephone
So I ain't never gon stop rapping til I'm coming home
I'm one
feel alright
I keep drinkin' 'til I'm someone I don't recognize
I got wasted
I'm passed out and it's like I'm in a war
Life is passing while I'm wasted
grill niggas, spit a barbecue
Committing drive-bys out a grey Coupe
When I start drowning rappers, dawg
It ain't cute
Till every person in they group
Turn
kid, I'm goin' all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it, got a gun, bust it
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try
Mr. ooo wow back again
Can you bring another friend
I'm drinking bourbon over gin
Still selling grams by the 10
I didn't see the wedding band
Cassidy
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Submitted by : Daniella Roman ~*A.k.A Bubbles*~
Corrected by :
Rated : 6.3 (3 votes)
INTRO
R.Kelly:
Ladies and gentlemen, you are
the thousands, rhymes for hours
I could kick a rhyme longer than your whole album
Kickboxer, beatin the shit out niggas proper
I beat 'em till they holler
Motivated by Mob-type tactics, I'll blow your block up
???? sip to Cosby, out the game every time
Me and the Mob Figgas'll do the dirt and choke the 9's
hurt
Even though the sun ain't out you
Refuse to take ya shades off
You starin' at the tombstone
Wishin' you could rip the fuckin' name off
Me? I know
Mic check
(When I was led to you)
(I knew you were the one for me)
Come through, dig the sound
(I swear the whole world could feel you MC)
Mic check
(When I was led to you)
(I knew you were the one for me)
Come through, dig the sound
(I swear the whole world could feel you MC)
A to the motherfucking K with a spray-ay-ay
It's 95 keep your ass out the line-up
Why don't you keep the double-time up, pimp keep them lines up
Help 'em talk to shiner,
I don't need no damn hand outs
I'm gon' do this by myself
May have asked way in the past
Nowadays I seemed to pass your ass
I don't need no damn hand
bustin' slugs
We sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up
And if you from the West Coast, my n*gga westside
[Verse 3: Nas]
Game got at me about
I'm free-fallin' feet first out of a damn tree
To stampede your chest 'til you can't breathe
And when I'm down to my last breath
I'ma climb
no kind of sense to me
You can make me feel so proud
You can make me holler ow
Girl, you make me want to dance and sing
My mind is blown and you
trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord
Back when I was just a kid
Pop's told me all the things he did
He said son don't you let a single day pass you by
You got to live life right up
to the end, go find out what we might see
Pass it to the next, call that shit one-two, three
(Is that Jay spotted? Jay spotted? Jay spotted? Jay spotted?)
Yo
A to the motherfucking K with a spray-ay-ay
It's 95 keep your ass out the line-up
Why don't you keep the double-time up, pimp keep them lines up
Help 'em talk to shiner,
T.I.]
You got an alligator mouth and a hummingbird ass
Your mouth writing checks that your ass can't cash
145 and I'm out of your weight class
Want
knee ups
Don't poke out yo chest again
He keep blessing you but tonight you don't wanna get touched by the Reverend
Bitch I'm floating I put on that
I'm free-fallin' feet first out of a damn tree
To stampede your chest 'til you can't breathe
And when I'm down to my last breath
I'ma climb
ready for it... its something we both been waiting for. So lets turn off the phones we gon get it on til you sceam and moun.
CHORUS 3:
Girl I just
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