Lyrics:
the babblin' Brooks are Dunn
That Crystal ball won't even book me one day in the Sun
I'm Haggard, worn and Waylon from the bottom of my Restless Heart
sometimes I feel like that
I can write more fouler than the last
(Prodigy's "Conscience")
Yo that shit is cash trust me Dunn; I'll never lead you
merk out uh, ANUDDA DAY, ANUDDA DOLLA, BILL DUNN ENTERTAINMENT WON'T YOU COME AND HOLLA, SEE ya bitch a little later yo by the collar, know i got that
the best I can do is be there by the weekend
Hang round these streets like graffiti, all of this drip need a squeegee
Lately been getting so easy I'on even
of lots, Hundreds like I'm wanted by|The cops but I'm not, so.||The moral of story is What doesn't kill you makes you|Stronger, Believe that, I'm done with
niggas go hard and knock y'all down to survive
In this jungle, wilderness, we was raised
By the wolves and the scavengers, instincts like a animal
But
that Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brook
Uh, uhh, uh huh, uh uhh, uh uhh
Uh huh, uhh
Yo, career crook, nobody rap Brooklyn like me
Jigga-Man, Volume 3, I
of the question, stop the guessin
it's hot, flows provin I pack cause my dough's movin
My whole crew up in this muh'fucker
We spray corners, stand there like you got
the love of rap money
Rock gully, high cop that bag of bomb
This grown man talk, I could bag ya mom
Watch and learn, block got lots of germ
Straight like
bond, son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this
Street dreams are made of these
Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is
bond, son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this
Street dreams are made of these
Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is
sign out because I never signed in
Difference between they bid and my bid is
This ain't county jail, this is state prison
I'm high risk, high profile too
for this
You not knowin' how you about to get your head crushed
Spray it Dunn, straight out, shit it when them guns come out
You know a nigga, I be
of war and love
I live by them shits
Y'all niggas not ready for this
You not knowin' how you about to get your head crushed
Spray it dunn
Straight out
Shit
Is it real like niggas claimin', "stay to this"
Let me answer that question while I'm aiming this
Hear them one good time, is he faking kid?
Not
could we, I mean could you like you said teach me to play catch?
Yeah... sure
But I gotta get this done, okay?
Okay thanks
Have I become my 90's dad?
Too
Memories play back like film
I flash back we was little niggas livin most real
1989's when we first met
We first clicked over convo' gettin
the Sean John
Yeah right, this is what life after's like
B-I Frank white, you're Bad Boy For Life
No matter what the public say we gon prove
it aint
the Sean John
Yeah right, this is what life after's like
B-I Frank white, you're Bad Boy For Life
No matter what the public say we gon prove
it aint
is high
A brother needs space like a vacant lot
I'm lookin' forward to the future, Mase and The Lox
And my little son Justin, touchin' a knot
You
killings
Hope the karma's living with you
I was just busy
Recollecting on the last time
I was here fully all this time passed
And y'all still kill us just
life
The 40th Side of life, dunn we keepin it tight
[Cormega]
Yo it ain't just the music
Group aspirations or ghetto illustions
It's the product,
Yo man I don't think they heard you
Why don't you tell 'em what ya name is
My name is eazy yeah this is true
Keepin' your attention is what I
A little smoke from a grill
A buncha trucks in the field, yeah
This is how the start of a hangover feels
And that Skynyrd ain't helping
Hell, I
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