Lyrics:
tried hard
For all the things that I wanted but my money was inadequate
Probably be killed by my cousins back in Africa
If they knew I risked my free
battle rappers but the difference
In the two is the caliber
Everybody be quiet everybody
Everybody nobodies
Rappin' 'til y'all are quiet
I said
We both
"In world news today: officials agree that rapper Brad Jordan, alias
Scarface, must be stopped
After being monitored by Secret Service agents for
stand together
And rise as ONE
As we imagine
Our beauty, interweaving
In U-U-U-U-UNITY
Empower!
Music is my outlet
As I offer an extension
Side by side
So damn tough
So - damn - tough
Everywhere we go downtown or to a show
We have two necessities
Charlie Mack and our limo
He's feared by suckers
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
the whole fucking night
I ain't wear ties girl I like when you lie
And look me in my eyes
God damn I'm high
I just took the flight to Dubai with my crew by
and then ask, "Who chipped in for the ten bag?"
Et cetera, I roll my blunts with two textures
Pick up fifty bags and then I smoke all the extras
It's
Slowly I turn, step by step
Through the backwindow, I crept
Silent as a mouse on a set
While everybody in the house slept,
I disconnect the phones
two, she bustin Down tonight, I put that on the Crew
Popped a pill so I can feel it too
I'm smokin glue, sipping Something purple outta double Duces
Baby
Talking 2 that's grown
When your right
Even when your wrong
With your presence
Put me in a good zone
Not just temporary
Going on and on
Feel outta place
wanna
Fuck up on a back road
I don't wanna take this turn too slow
Caught up in the dust, break my heart
Then call me back and restart
I been tied up
live
I socialize with the wise
Underprivileged spiritually deprived
At times in the flesh
Airwaves getting checked
The vibe is energized by
Z-Gang (Z-Gang)
Zru Crew baby!
Uh, chinkys really wanna roll with this shit
Windows tinted so they won't be acquainted with Mister
Jimmy Jones in
the 5, by King Sun with the Sword
(Yeah, yeah, we got it goin on) (3x)
(We got it goin on)
[ VERSE 2 ]
It's the King of a kingdom, descendant of King
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
(Dialogue below interpreted by Cage from the film "Clockwork Orange")
*whispered in the background: "Smoke dust, shoot the cops
Give out
crew?
I'm tradin' blows with a giant, I'm in the ring with a deuce
I broke myself out the chains, I cut myself out the noose
So fuck your slanted review,
York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
But I'm down by law,
that you been initiated up into this movement
Get at your favorite idiot who's spits
Hit him a little bit with your 2 fists
Kick in his grill until he
life
Now you living six by eight
Feet
When I step into the booth
Yeah it's octane
Uh
Stained glass windows in the benzo
Lost in the instrumental
Keys got
a 45 bumping with my crew
Bumping with my crew
In a 45 bumping with my crew
Red lights flashing round me
Hit the gas pedal and we zoom
What is there
pounds for the ages
Stopped smoking papers now burn by the pages
Grinding gr grinding gr grinding the bud
Scrape up the resin and dust up for fun
Twist up
Woah Woah
Woah Yeah
You smile you smile
Woah Yeah
You smile you smile woah
Smile yea
Living like its Quater-2-Quater
Up to Space but Im not reported
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