Lyrics:
Don't you threaten me
I am no enemy
Just look and see
Who the fuck I am gonna be
Watch yourself
Look away from me
These tough times, rough times are
Smile - give me a shot - pull the trigger - you're dead...
Goin' down, you're goin' down all the way,
Down the needle park.
Goin' down, you're goin'
As a songwriter, songs are your babies. You give birth to a song idea, a title, a phrase, and you watch the seed grow into something, tangible,
screaming in hell
No such thing as a bail
Nor a saved by the bell
When the heat is for real
Better throw in the towel
Before you empty your bowels
And be
me so very close to you
Turns me your slave
Come and do with me any little thing you want to
Anything baby, just let me get next to you
Am I
dark eyes seemed popping
Hop hop up and down the road
It's time to catch the bird
Do you remember
You small hopping thing
Too small to be seen
Don't you
a damn football team
All repping one thing
Looking for revenge
All you boys in the new Toronto want to be me a little
All your exes know I like my
of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you
I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass
head nigga. I see you over there gettin' that head nigga. Ew, nasty nigga.)
Brooklyn! Brooklyn!
Buzzin'! Buzzin'!
I'm finna find a way to way away
Don't
never break you free
You and me nobody else
If it can't be that way then I'll just be all by myself
I love the way you stay away from me, you make me
I get a little shy
I guess I don't like the
I don't know why
But I do want to get to know you, get to know
(Aye)
When I step outside and I put that
I know I got bad habits
I know it's really not your taste
And baby if you won't have it
Then I will give them away
Cause I think you're my new habit
changing
There might not be enough, and
We're all afraid things
Are blowing up and
Someone is to blame
Bet you could name some names
Lock them all away
quick
I’ll be gone next thing you know
It’s called a legacy
I say we rich and famous
(We are)
I say I know we made it
(We made it)
Cause we’re rich
big dot I be chillin' feel Me
Period and I get it in
A hundred rounds that's a lotta Of friends
No mind but can't divide you By any dividend
First thing
with that
Like to give back so they might rise from the trap
Finding 'em at the parks local markets and skid row
Nowhere they can go, hard when you
going to give it a go, got my music business under control
Positioning my content for cash flow, the last thing I want to do is lose my dough
Started from
a hustle is a hustle and a meal is a meal
That's why I'm real and I ain't afraid to steal
Straight from the street, backed up by a funky beat
If you
away, and it can't change what's been
But it can give you hope, take you by the hand, it can make you hold on till the end
With hope, take a chance
Or you
but niggas ?? (C'mon!)
You only takin' a fuckin' thing from me but hot lead
You know my style, faggot
'Cause I'm always scheming
in jail
Niggas was
The rain seems a little colder
More than half a years gone by
I still find myself asking why
When I think of you, when I think about you
What were
had
To be so hard
Walking away from
Everyone I love
Even from my
Creator above
Little did I know
The time was coming soon
My life would change
Holy
Nope but we came from the poor end
It's the same reason why we poking
Main reason why we came in yo crib
If you think we joking
Took a walk to the park
like I need some options and it’s thousands in sight
And in the midst of me mingling, you come walking by
I introduced myself, only one thing on my mind
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