Lyrics:
never got it back
Little boxes
on the hillside
There's a blue one and a yellow one
And they all look just the same
[Chorus: Krayzie & (Layzie)]
Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector,
Needin' me money, no ease up tonight,
(See niggas can't stand us, so they label
when you makin' the shot
It's still a miss to me (Yeah)
I'm CT fletcher, mixed with a little Mr t
(Uh, huh) you on The Shade Room just hoping
That you
the way you comb your hair (UH!)
I like the stylish clothes you wear (UH!)
It's just the little things you do (UH!)
That makes me want to get with you
Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better
you send a text you know you make me smile
Plus you know that I've been tryna take you out for a while
Lemme take you on a date real quick
Just to show
Don't forget to remember me
This downtown apartment sure makes me miss home
And those bills there on the counter keep tellin' me I'm on my own
Just
the thirteenth knot (Hangman)
I arrange panoramic of a plastic catalogue
And where wild dogs sing tailor-made lullabies tried by my offspring
I'll bring
I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'
Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it
What I blow'll make a plane go
Them bitches say
, smoke a little, sip a little (Drank)
Drip a little
You a rat just like Stuart Little (Ayy)
Ooh, I said (What?) i don't think Uno
Lil' Uno can trust
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know
the drug ull turn them to zombies
Witnessing drive bys many people that die
I understand the logic when the profit got toxic with mad ties
I just multiply
with my hand on the trigger
Then boom pop, pop and we gone, off with the pawn go and pray to your god
Shark in the tank you a little bitty cod, ya ass
Ask yourself why we just get by
While we struggle to maintain, bring sight to the blind
Up against the machine the "Bush Killer" remain
In between
on the wake up
No breakfast cooking, you smell it's in the breakup
Time just running by, while his heart is yelling "wait up!"
How they still together, but he
face it that's growth, pay attention take notes
You over forty and movin' work better be by the boat
Better be by the dock, better not be by your home
Open the round with some astro kicks
A's on my mind, while I grind, last place shit
Finding time, changing lines, that's a momentary split
Sign
criminals yeah
Money hungry
Wabble in the hills
Wabble up
Thousand dollar bills
Ruined by your viles yeah
By your vile
Painful death threats
Flex, flex, flex,
a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx!)
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still
Else’s f hat and try to walk in
Their sh for a little while
So I made sure this album, Joanne
That I didn’t just honor
The more personal sentiments
I made
a drink on my cream wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate,
a drink on my cream wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate,
found out the man I loved loved another guy
We were at a party, Ohh to have a little fun
But when I looked around my-my man was missing
I walked
the others pure impressed
And while they lookin' school-faced, got niggas on the cue-base
You know they got their talk just packed up in a little suitcase
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