Lyrics:
sometimes we gotta find our creator
I defeated Father Time, was raised by Mother Nature
In the projects, tenement walls, sudden withdrawals
A true rebel is
Here talk is cheap, you're outlined in chalk
And there's more hard times than on Good Times
And most niggas dedicate their life to crime
So I'm steady
Decide and stand your ground, my friend
Refuse and your fall goes hand in hand
Decide, decide, decide
False saints and believers
Foes
that I'm old lookin'.
Or got my soul tooken back where the fallen angels land.
I know Brooklyn like the back of a stranger's hand.
Can't recognize
it down on me
You know you're worth it
In my eyes you're perfect
One thing is for sure
Two things are certain
And this thing is true
And it's
at the party gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose
Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, OK, what should I write next?
Oh yeah, and if you
wanna show you what a GIB, I'd rather be sippin' Remy in VIP,
When you hear the music it'll be by me, Twista with the legendary nigga BIG,
Brooklyn
nightmares on shit like that
No way in hell I'll ever get like that
I seen a lot of shit in twenty-two years
It's like a tour of duty
My life is
worship with Allah
So plot against me, all of you, and give me no respite
I put my trust in Allah, my Lord and your Lord
There is not a moving living
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
Your boy back in the building, Brooklyn we back on the map
Me and my beautiful bitch in the back of that
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
Your boy back in the building, Brooklyn we back on the map
Me and my beautiful bitch in the back of that
club
Now my dick too sore
For the ice rub!
Uh
Thy planned
Money inside thy hand
Now you entwined
In the xan
Flashing your drip
On Gram
Flashing your grip
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin
Havana Syndrome
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy
you bounce to
Lyte is brooklyn flavor that'll
Always be fresh
Lyte is paid in full I keep my benjamins
Flippin' outfit's twice a day
Plus a milked out
in my veins, hope I don't burn up in flames
They say tigers never change they stripes, whoever said it was right
And I say love is life with larceny
I regulate, break in your safe for safe
Measures. This is my pleasure, the tec on the dresser, the Main Source
Lyrics that makes Large Professors,
the prize)
I get it this shit get dicey
When your wrist working up to rocky
Son a rocky
That's bout to rocket
Seen the first good impression in my pants
So I
Stop assuming I live in your time zone
Jet lag is my reality
The road is my home, I roam
Your downfall is you should probably get out more
I been
free, it ain't no need to resist
He is before all things and in Him all things consist Empty hands lifted up, ain't no peace in a fist
Pray my life
The harsh realities of life is takin' toll
Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul
Please tell me what price to pay to make it whole
Take control, I'm
definitely in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Stand the fuck up!
[Jay-Z]
I'm a B.K. brawler
Marcy
space and time for (shine like)
Opportunity designed for you and me
Obscured by my divinity (I wanna be hand in hand with you)
Reaching, stretching
movies
People worship these idols 'til they come in contact with gods
Hoes is on my disciples, you get mind-fucked by these broads
Life is just
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