Lyrics:
Mann from Scary Movie you banned from being mooly
I keep it black gutter, white gutter, Chinese gutter by these brothers
Here try these fuckers here
All
on a lyrical plane
It's just two bad brothers who will never quit
Mos Def and Tariq from the 2-1-5th
They rock beginnin' to end, on a spiritual blend
that's forever, my lady
We can make war or make babies
Back when I was nothin'
You made a brother feel like he was somethin'
That's why I'm with you
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
until I get it
Call the hustle vintage
Have you ever wanted something so bad?
The sense you missing something you have
Your brother graduated navy flag
the trash and
The 5's in the cupboard
I never get stingy with a
Lick with my brother
Five bands and food stamps in
The trap with my brother
It's just me
Go too low
Just to show
How far back up
I can go
Take this cup,
Fill it up,
Just so you don't give a fuck
Chinese food in the carpet, (damn)
It was
4. Lion King morning time score, bird song, dog barking, snoring,
5. Sound professor from Cornell struggling with recording, bird song recorded by
San-jaya, now who wanna try us
That four-five will spit
I'll slump you in the driver seat
And make you really ghost ride the whip
It's real talk, shade
And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get
Tony Wing's the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America
Who wants to kill him?
And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get
Tony Wing's the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America
Who wants to kill him?
a pug
I live by my gun, how could I die by the gun
I'm a Wassa
In two-point-five seconds like the sink
I'm a monster and swear to God
Ain't talking ink
Park 5 Collin Warner from Crown Heights
Brothers Villified from a crooked Systems that took their lives
Black man Crucified still fighting for Equal
(Yeah)
(Many, many, many)
(Ain't shit funny)
(One take, listen)
I told y'all niggas I gotta get this money
Five fingers gonna collect seven
wanna kick back
Five rings on, never got a handout
Snuck Percs on the plane in a pack of Tic-Tacs (I skated)
One thing about dude, he gon' give it
Yo, on the M-I-C right about now, I go by the name of Big Daddy Kane
I got my Man Scoob Lover on the side of me
Dj Mister Cee on the wheels
to go get it
By any means
Had to teach myself credit
Now that the money coming in
No need to get it
But I do cause a brother
Stayed way up on his pivot
ain't no breaking or folding
That's the same kind of shit to make us into soldiers
I've been going through it but keep me in the loop though
Ain't no
San-jaya, now who wanna try us
That four-five will spit
I'll slump you in the driver seat
And make you really ghost ride the whip
It's real talk, shade
the rafters
Lately, people like to call me OG
How nice of you to make a
Fuss of little old me
Hit 'em again hit 'em again
Hit 'em again hit 'em again
I stole
hand's always open, for real
Ayy, thirty-three years, I gave that to the game
Thirty-three mil, I save that for the ring
Five hundred weeks, I fill
Of
Tapping Into Devil Springs
Thomas Thru The Scorch Of Things
Maze Runner
Hunger Games
Fore I Make My Debut
Read Between The Lines Of Pain
Thought This
beating I'll go back in time
Make your heart beat again, real niggaz to the end
It's all about cash, and the diamond rings
Dedicated, cause real niggaz
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