Lyrics:
(it's like)
One, one, one
One, two, one, two, three
Look, I know I'm not perfect, you know in my life
Sometimes I'm up, sometimes I'm down
It's like
three times and I`m back again
See, on my way down stage they had me strapped in
But once I hit New York and they losened the chains
I went and bought
accompanied by three friends
I'm supplyin' all y'all drinks then
Vacationin' from work, end up takin' time off
Had to break up with her guy and feel like all
will be done
Jesus the son
King of kings
My past pain hold nothing
But dead weight by all means
It's all purpose and glory
You hear that ba bowdown
the essence of the, the committed the crime
But ah, murder got no time
The country has no law, it's either rich or poor
I'm out the back door, I got nuttin'
Nine co-defendants and snitchin' wasn't
The worst case had a hard time givin' my
Name and my birth date
But nowadays niggas go to jail
And it's
real quiet and that was my crime
But this time it’s your demise
And I swear that I’m coming for blood
And I’m not thinking twice
I'm in my vibe (x3)
I'm
the ghetto
Even when you look
Its never what you see
My hood is the ghetto
I've been down before up is just a reach
Cause my hood is the ghetto
Catch
cause I shoot it like three
And I'm not afraid to fuck you up so ref just gimme a T
Or make it an ejection, correction, make it a suspension
Fine or no
hard, black tar, concrete
Tom Vick times Papi Mason times 3
Uncle Toms need Tums to stomach atomic bombs
Or die from my Wizardry rZA, GZA, Method Man
I’m
Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Now it's Turkish delight on a moonlit night
Every gal in Constantinople
Lives in Istanbul, not Constantinople
points with The girl's parents, Ken and Gloria
My next door neighbors, by taking the group out to dinner at Olive Garden, saying he knew
The head chef
like a long time to come
How could I be so blind, baby
Not to see you were the one
I let ya slip on from me baby
I let ya walk on by,
Shoulda
erupting in the reveren
I'll probably lose my hearing by the time I'm twenty-seven
It's a shame
But I need that dang
To vibrate my frame
ABS my game
The true state of all things:
I keep on not dying, the sun keeps on rising.
I remember my life as if it's just some
dreams that I don't trust,
back and the dumb bitch believed me
I squeezed through the back door and made my escape
I ran and got my .38, I hope it's not too late
One shot, two
back and the dumb bitch believed me
I squeezed through the back door and made my escape
I ran and got my .38, I hope it's not too late
One shot, two
to you?
And paint the stains of the teardrops down my face?
Or feel the chill of your warm embrace?
Can I say goodbye to you? Ohh
It's just for now so
right now it's 420
Somewhere right now it's 420
When I sat down, I was fine
Then I rolled up some of that pine
Then I lost all track of time
Smoking that
country to give for my life
The preacher stands in his holy shroud sayin'
"God forgives you if you do it now"
But if you come back when the chips are down
the present.
We do hereby declare reality unkempt by the changing standards of dialogue.
Statements, such as, "keep it real", especially when punctuating
It's 3am that time again
Where I'm still awake while they're sleeping
It's 3am that time again
Where I'm all alone and I've had too many
Long nights
time, excellent
Not giving a fuck's a prerequisite
My testament is so trill
For the represent is so real
My residents got evidence I'm a legend in
time, excellent
Not giving a fuck's a prerequisite
My testament is so trill
For the represent is so real
My residents got evidence I'm a legend in
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