Lyrics:
up off your path
I don't switch up I just laugh
Put my kicks up on they desk
Unaffected by they threats
Than get busy on they ass
See that's how
ships
To bein' chased by NYC cops out the precincts
And words was bricks. We buildin' projects pyramids, evil kids
Pot-g's destroy like London Bridge
nothing
Them people thought i wasn’t worth it, worth it
To watch a kid up in his breakdowns darling
Come here my baby bish you heard me, heard me
You saw me
Lost in your arms again
Lost in the waves
Standing by a river got me caught up in my dreams
Caught in-between, rough undercurrent in the stream
This
Yeah, out the window of that range or that muscle car
Arm hanging out the window, diamonds in that big shepard
Weed in the crack cigar, more sour
up off your path
I don't switch up I just laugh
Put my kicks up on they desk
Unaffected by they threats
Than get busy on they ass
See that's how
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
Their burning passion cooled by the evening air
Laid in the sand held each other tight
Well their eyes said it all on that starry night
Lets be kids
bombast of its breast
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty
fine, got you in my sight
I surrender, won't put up a fight
You're my darling, I adore you
I'll stand by you, always be true
Spaced up kid, won't
darkness, the sun's faint
Cus all I ever hear is murder, Murder, kill, Kill
A soldier by age 9
He can be a weapon now, never waist time
If you do it for
to be a rolling stone
When you're in my arms, you're home
Thumb and index by a thread, but you're still holding on
When you're in my arms, you're home
to say says enough to me
I can tell by the eyes this is fun to thee
Back of the head there's a hole to see
MC Bray is feeling he
Got so much on his back
[Intro: Kid Capri]
Oh yeah.. as we celebrate hip-hop, baby
Oh yeah.. as we celebrate hip-hop, baby, whoa
Yeah, it's Ghostface and the man Kid
a fork in the road you're gonna trip along the way.
Keep your kids by the fireplace,
raise both your arms if you aren't over age. No way!
Keep your kids
fucking grown now i was a little-ass
Kid in 2009 i've figured shit out
– well not figured shit out that's
Ridiculous not in some pretentious way
Just
Uncle Ricky
Would you read us a bedtime story?
Please, huh? Please?
Alright, you kids get to bed
I'll get the story book
Y'all tucked in? (yeah)
"Yo, Duke, spark up, light up the tropical, kid"
"Alright don't play me like I got a flowerpot head, kid"
"Just chill" (on the real, man)
"Let's go
Uncle Ricky
Would you read us a bedtime story?
Please, huh? Please?
Alright, you kids get to bed
I'll get the story book
Y'all tucked in? (yeah)
back
And I guess we'll have to stay
In open arms we put our trust they put us on a big red bus
Twin spirits soaking up a dream
Fuel to feed
way until the death of me
But for the hustle and the lady on my arm now
Plus all my kids and my mom's I'm a calm down
And yo, we doing just fine,
Forever wild from the cradle to the grave
Kid watch your back one time it's comin' always
They lock me up for 12 days I can't comprehend
Now I'm
in a garbage can
The kids hang around by the old school ground
Right by the river where the body was found
Throwing stones on hallowed ground
Who
it (Simon says)
Don't do it, don't don't do it (Simon says)
Don't do it, don't don't do it
They wanna see your hands, tell you hold up your arms
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