Lyrics:
Success
[Mr. Lif]
This is rock bottom why yall, I never expected it
In order to be businesslike you must meet the prerequisite
Leave your
she'd even break a promise in the promised land
She didn't make it this far by just shakin' hands
She'll shake her money maker twice as hard as anyone can
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
???Push my seed in my push for life/It???s gonna work because I???m pushin it right/If Mary drop my baby girl tonight/I would name her Rock N??????
Yeah, give me that name
Dear Summer
Just tell me what you drinking baby, damn you can't tell me your name?
I can see you was born in the island, I
Now, motherfuckers done made a name for theyself
But a name don't mean wealth, let me up you on this shit
If we was up in this just to get up out
I rock the beat
She wanna rock with me she make it pop for me uh
Look how I move my feet I got a glock on me
Put one in ya top for free uh
Ill do em
just rock it
Side to side
Like hypnotist
Wid a watch in his hand
And the victim is
Me
Back and Forth
Like it's tennis shit
Serena Williams on the serve
going)
Feel your lust, slow it down baby (pace it)
Going round and around, rock, rock me baby (uh)
I want you to just say my name (uh)
I want you to just
landing, and crash into a cellar
Bodies in the Buddha cloud, misty in the tune
Like a show all nights, a figure eight in a lagoon
With Pete Rock
the pious deeds of the patriarchs, and in love will bring a Redeemer to their children's children for Your Name's sake. King, Helper, Savior and Shield.
TRG, we making that cream.
People get fooled, it ain't easy as it seems.
You can rock on till the break of dawn,
But one by one, your ass is gone.
TRG we making that cream
People get fooled it ain't easy as it seems
You can rock on till the break of dawn
But one by one your ass is gone
I got
Pimp Juice and us
It's the Roc in here
Maybach outside, got rocks in air
PJ's on the runway, Young got air
I don't land at a airport, I call it
Pimp Juice and us
It's the Roc in here
Maybach outside, got rocks in air
PJ's on the runway, Young got air
I don't land at a airport, I call it
the pickups are parked out in front of a cafe that don't need a name
Where the old men rock as the tumbleweeds roll
Pass the boarded up windows down Main
taken
By the rock star
So I gave him my number
He calls me up
And he takes me away
Singin' sweet songs in my ear
But I know when he's out on tour
He
travelled by the multitude/
remember this when the cops come to fuck with you...
Freedom fighters in the streets rock, rock on/
fighting for freedom, writing
(...???..., yeah)
- Ian Paice on drums, yes.
Alright
There once was a woman
A strange kind of woman
The kind that gets written down in history
Her name
called you the rock, the foundation
Of a temple formed from God's love
His robe of forgiveness wrapping you up
Meant trusting in Him was enough
His
with pride
Ambassador what's your frailty?
How do you die daily? You rock Sean John
Do you like the ROC? Yes I have me a wife
Her name's Michelle
She
all married and gone
And they live on the edge of the town.
All part of the team in the country club scene
And they'd rather you passed them by
He was a lonely boy in a broken land
Where people were living and dying in the name of a higher man
And then one day into his hand the power of rock
Word to the pusher, nigga never kept a job
Boobie gave me game
We used to sell dope and rob
I left a stain off in Carol City
My last name should
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