Lyrics:
Ladies and gentlemen
It's now the time
For the Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five MC's!
We're coming, we're coming, we're coming
WE'RE
Bob sits at home and smokes pot
But his twelve-year old brother looks up to him an awful lot
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot
Bob sits at home and smokes pot
But his twelve-year old brother looks up to him an awful lot
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot
away from a challenge
My brother had always said I could go a ways with my talent (With my talent)
But sustaining success takes a lot more than that
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
humming
Dynamite, dynamite, clef I got the cash
Yo let's skip town like harlem nights
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my
Unlucky 13
Unlucky 13
Unlucky 13
Unlucky 13
Unlucky 13
Unlucky 13
Unlucky 13 yea you know that we the mob bitch
Yea we love to drop shit
Not Chinese
a light
Sent out for 5 bows and got 3 bags of rice
What you know bout loses
Snatched my brother off these cold blooded streets ratted out by his blood I
Need to get a lot of
Stuff off my chest i want everyone
To know that your dreams
Are not invalid this is
An autobiography of ideology, I need to do
came
They wonderin, how the hell he just won't stop and
They wonderin, how this nigga stays so hot
Well it's a combination of five things I live by
I
Can't you feel by how I'm linked in?
(Ooh ah ah ah) once I get that twitch
That's how you tell that I been drinkin'
Think I fucked a lot of wives, the
Way
Brother got me thinking it's like
5pm and i'm drinking
I might lose my mind when i'm thinking
There's no iPod but I'm syncing
It's like calm down
each other brothers
Because we are all brothers by god
We must all stand up for each other and are own freedom
Us brothers all have a special place in
heart
We guided by the Holy Ghost
We had a little hiccup but brothers fall out
I'm just happy we back to speaking now
Can't have our kids missing out
My nature
Freaks flocking by my side when I pop out at night
Party favors
Double shot poured in my cup got me feeling right
Popping out for
his fridge or his pantry door
Eating Chinese food every single night cuz he poor
His Mother doing drugs or she's popping a cork
Every night it's a 5
the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
Radio plays a song all night
Miami's just a five hour flight
Didn't you say you don't like what you're doing?
You know, last night I was on TV
the cash like a XO chain
Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that's your range
When I go to the club, make it storm, hurricane (yeah)
Nigga pull up, think he G.I.
places
I become wiser
I become stronger, lot of those places
I don't belong
The Lord He done showed me
He is my Master
Now that I'm found, I'm taking life
at night
And dollar companies going to South Devon chilli farm
Items published by the emergency lumberjack
Deemed to be really pointless
And the first one
Do you really wanna
Ride slide glide
Hit the spot spend a fifty a ten a five
Hit the liquor store for hen b's and fire
Roll slow black magic
away
At five I must have left, there's no exception to the rule
A matter of routine, I've done it ever since I finished school
The train back home
cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased to have
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