Lyrics:
Need You To Hold Me Down Babe)
By That I Mean That You Gon Hold Me Down
(Uh)
Gotta Be Special
(Yea; You Never Really Know Right?)
Cuz You Never Know How
I know you've been actin' weak since you came in the do'
But homie you ain't got to be a hater no mo'
How can you live you life when you know you are
Got me feeling like I'm sick and depressed
Cause everybody that I told, they just laid it to rest
But now I'm twenty five
And I'm sick of all
the heater right by your thigh
And when the s*** got hectic you was ready to ride
You didn't run out when I pulled the gun out
That's what I'm talkin bout
jail, paid his bail and got him bussed up
Villa by the water, barber givin' me a touch-up
With the hand I'ma stand, carbon drum up on a come up
Big
Got it by the bird and he got it by the quarter.
Cocaine,
So he keep one in the holster,
Colombian connects, so they call him Lil' Sosa.
Gotta try
the snakes
Can never gentrify my grace , I was incentivized
By the gods to give you the charts on how to navigate
They won’t care about you less u got some
this real sick friend of mine
An amazin' brain
You know we just stopped there
'bout one short stop
Here we are out on a binge
Hey, we got no trouble,
Big Dave, come in
Yo, go 'head
What's your twenty?
I'm in front of the A room right now
Ten four
I got cha (she comin)
She's on her way to the back
I
up on one of those scooters I don't like
Cole said "the promoter got a burner ting", Keem style
Second one fell out
Nights go by and we get deeper into
wit y'all
It's Murder Inc nigga
With some Dave Bing shit
Stop gettin it fucked up
Yeah
[Dave Bing]
Yo the first dollar for me
I admit it the block did
Even though you don't think it's right,
Yo, I like to bite,
Just havin' fun why'all, and if you think that it's wrong,
You got to admit, it's a new
you don't think it's right,
Yo, I like to bite,
Just havin' fun y'all, and if you think that it's wrong,
You got to admit, it's a new type of song,
The (?) is smokin'
Is bloodily soakin'
The Scarecrow
The sicker
The Snizote I'm locin'
We up in the attic
My victim in panic
They try to get franic
Got
So many scars on my body that'll never heal
All these thoughts inside my brain I don't know how to feel
Some people crossed me life changed
It is
walked in
I ain't got time for the talking
Killed them early, that's abortion
Everyday a nigga fresh, looking like I stepped right up by the coffin
how you know you rich nigga?
Cause I got rich niggas on my payroll (uh)
My lil' boy in kindergarten, went to school wearing Gucci
Told his classmates
On the spread, plenty cash, dumpin' blunt ashes on they ass
A bed with hydraulics, liquor 'cause I'm alcoholic
No college for my knowledge, 'cause I knew how
Sepada, and ah, Richard Greco
And everyone down at Bogarts, thanks a million
I gotta say w'sup and thank you to Dave Shae and Greg A
Whom without this
Sepada, and ah, Richard Greco
And everyone down at Bogarts, thanks a million
I gotta say w'sup and thank you to Dave Shae and Greg A
Whom without this
{Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word up I got shit to do you
that I gots too cold to show the prude you've been
Who do I believe the one that shows me how skewed you've been
Or the one that tells me nothing, living
stepping
TuttBlok niggas know what we repping
Stand on 10 everyday we bout business
Take a life then ask god to forgive me
By my lonely how I'm leaving
Look
I need me a yard like Dave's got
Old friends from school can't talk
Anymore when you done more
Trips then ASOS
I wanna be known in the scene for
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