Lyrics:
will lose, partna
I know you hate ta take it from a young nigga like me
But I betcha can't name one nigga like me
That's why I'm tryin' ta preach, my
you betcha
I hear a voice say you got no chance
And it makes me mad and I shout, 'Oh yeah, who says so?'
Well, of course not, on the other hand, I
Manhattan, then we take Berlin
I'm guided by a signal in the heavens
I'm guided by this birthmark on my skin
I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons
First we
and the threads that I done be packing
Nah these ain't even called slacks
Trousers truly finna be mad flattering
With the avant-garde patterns
Higher fashion by
they fall
Got all of these rules just to live by the law
This is my surefire I don't get no applause
I'm just being me ain't no way that it's my fault
self-esteem
But now I find myself livin' what I used to dream
It used to seem so far out of my reach
And it used to haunt me so bad that I couldn't sleep
Now
the memory fade to song
You couldn't really claim to know
And, babe, you couldn't be more wrong
The years flew by and took me with them
My youthful looks
Ya don't know who I am
Who you
Let me introduce myself
I'm King Nino
Nino Brizzy Brown
New York
Manhattan
Lower East Side
Killer Hill
Rutgers
to break
"Ayy yeah, let me get a Big Mac and a strawberry shake"
Someone snatched me by my neck I thought I must be dead (get off)
Injected me with
wasn't into pills, the state that I was in
Move a case of meds, face of reds, pop a Vicodin
Had me going crazy, saw a demon, started fightin shit
Couldn't
know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
A New Love
(Written and Produced by Zarah Washington)
Verse 1:
I betcha you never thought I'll be saying this.
How I really feel about us.
You got
I'm wicked, it happen
One night in Manhattan, chillin', buggin'
Me and some of the crew went around to this club and
Peeped it, scoped it, hope
cloudy clear by evenin'
Ha and the limp sells fifty papes a week, all by itself
I don't need the limp to sell papes
I got personality
It takes
loony
Back to my home where it's you, me
Moms, pops, my chick and her bomb booty
How you gonna say ain't no mountains in Manhattan?
When I been
the time the party’s over
Will ya hold me
If I’m crying on your shoulder
And I know
By the way you’re hanging on me
But will you love me
Will you love me
to fuck
Ooh, go 'head, move that ass
Give a G a chance and let me clog the gap in ya pants
I can tell you a freak
By the way that you dance
Yeah, a AAA
a sadder way yuh
You couldn't have went out a sadder way
Shorty in love cause I'm on
She love the shit that I'm on
She see the shit that I'm on but she doing
been saying, ay, show me something, show me something
I been telling him you owe me one, you owe me one
They said, I couldn’t do it and I did it
I’m that
in the middle of Manhattan
By a tree in the woods, or wherever we might happen
And she might be pretty and I might be plain
But if it’s really love
can I say
I love it when I tell a chick to chill and give me space and she can't 'cause
(There is no greater love)
'Cause on the real y'all there
(yeah)
I don't give these niggas nothing (no)
Set the bar when I'm on (yeah)
Every tape I gotta up it (oh)
Only love me when I'm down (yeah)
Now they
,
You betcha, it gets me.
And everytime I hold her hand,
I'm just too shy to say the things I plan.
Everytime she's close to me,
My heart is filled
You stood by me and I stood tall
I had your love I had it all
I'm grateful for each day you gave me
Maybe I don't know that much
But I know this much is
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