Lyrics:
don't really care
And life just isn't fair
She grew up in Brooklyn (Uh-huh)
She grew up in Harlem (Harlem)
She grew up in Bronx
She know she was
When I come back, that's it
You see a flash in the sky, it's that nigga, I
When I land, you wack niggas die
And your casket is your last hit
You wack
do Sanaa Lathan
Fire Satan, God body, I got the choir hatin'
Rich and rude, plus my lifestyle is ravishing
Laying wood on your wife
I swear it's
the worst,
Emptied out by a single word
There is a hollow in me now
So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm
vary far in life not
saying `is'.
BEDEMIR: My liege, it's Sir Robin!
MINSTREL (singing): Packing it in and packing it up
And sneaking away
a hallelujah
Can I get an amen
Somebody say tabernacle
Put up your hands
To tell the truth, looking for where to go from here
I found a better way to expose my
laid in my hands, angels stood all around
I asked God a million times who am I to be blessed
Looking in my angel's eyes love poured overflowed in my
'Round the way work, jewels in the ground, hit the pay dirt
Love is love, you in good hands, Dennis Haysbert
Openly protected by who you be neck and neck
sound all in your section
No question
The Scienz of Life, don't confuse it
Aiyyo if it don't sound right than it ain't music
*indistinct chatter by
Wu-Tang Clan concentrate
Bounce on the track Donna crack it like a safe
My slang is editorial explicit material
Briefcase yo, live in stereo flow
the embroidering of the veil in the tabernacle (Ps. 139:15; Ex. 28:36)
Your eyes saw my Embryo, tendons grow (Ps. 139:16)
Then My tiny ten fingers grow, then my toes
the machine
Got this money up, with no caffeine
Prepare me is Kerosene struck by
A bunch of lightening
You looking at me then your sight seeing
And what that
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
is my castle
Dwell in realms of now but vidi those of the past
Seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think it's gonna last
And you can bet your ass
I believe that God is gonna work a miracle in your life by the end of this song.
No matter what situation you find yourself in right now,
Just know
cues let me poolosophize
Your poo is your poo for that I apoologise
It was a new poo journey through a strange poo land
Me and you, poo in poo, and hand
to let y'all know this is my DJ
That's going by the code of Jazzy Jeff
In a little while, y'all gonna check out the human lyndrum
Ready Rock see, but
a burner like Kevin Durant
I keep a burner like Kevin Durant
Kyrie Irving, I aim at your earth, back-back-back, I leave it flat
Brooklyn Nets, dressed in
in the flick called "Juice"
Cock is longer than the hat worn by Dr. Seuss
Love a girl in Daisy Dukes like them kids called Duice
Gets paid to sex
of done changed to some Grey Poupon, heh
I'm really happy to see you blew up
But always remember my man you grew up
in the PJ's all your life, in
Triboro, so thorough, always
Where I'm from, dudes get sliced, 'cause crews is trife
And you might lose your life for your jewels and ice
I'ma slide
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
it is man
LPC
"Less Is More" comin' fuckin' soon
Kings Plaza (Yeah)
All my "Harvard by the bay" dropouts (It's Rose)
All the girls at the loosie spot
B-I, what up? Long as I got a voice
You got a voice my nigga yessir
BK stand up, Brooklyn throw your hands up
If you with me, lick a shot for Biggie
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