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My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
in my circumference,
refused
Had a chick Uptown, one in Queens and one in Jersey
Sometimes all you need to get by, is a girlie
But yo I still wasn't happy
I seen a lot
lose my teeth or my demeanor, I still got my physique
Your clique weak, still tweakin out in public a blunder
So I pretend I do not see it, so I seem
to make a dollar out of what makes sense
Add it up, told my daddy I'd be a rich man
You never know when your fate gon' switch hand
Get today's solid
stuck in my head
Here in Paris rain is falling
My heart belongs to Brooklyn
Life is easier where we can join our hands
Your face is a face that's stuck
Looming over this little town
Is a monument to cowards and lies
A place where as a child
I was deceived and led to be blind
But now in my adult
[Akon:]
I dont like to fuss or fight
Just trying to live life rightt
Don't take my kindness for weakness
Cuz i will take your life....
At first i will walk
if not, where the hell did it go?
'Cause here I sit in Lucifer's den by the dutch oven just choosing to sin
Even if it means I'm selling my soul,
they already tapped your line
Medicine is big business so my remedies is herbal
It's music is for the people so we Reflection Eternal
Listen, you hear
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
exploited.
Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm
And hand-held flame-throwers.
The poor and underprivileged are raped and tormented
By leaders who
by the boobies, booby trapped
All white Bentley, I call that mama
My life crazy, like Obama's
You talk slick? Well I'm Osama
Bin Laden, I'm
Your fed through the morsels that make Brooklyn Soup
I want the truth but it's buried in some movie script
In it the main characters carry switch blades
the sky and
Our feet leave the dirt
Let's go ahead and represent tha Church
Wake up in the morning
And I hit my knees early
Face to the floor, thinking I'm
with the mic??? in their hand???
Digital Underground ??? ???Humpty Dance???
- ???The Humpty Dance is your chance to do the hump/Oh, do me baby/ Do
have I learned?
Surrounded by nothing but snakes and worms
What have I learned?
It don't matter when nobody take it, they is a concern
See the good in
in the system like Tati did
Look I could go ahead and try to tell you my life story
It wouldn't mean to much
So go ahead and find your glory
Seems like
I'm standing in the choir
Thinking bout a time to sin
While all the pastors preaching high
Thinking bout a lot of money
That is sitting in my fire
this is my city like Wesley Snipes
Go fly a kite or somethin', make some muffins
I came up bad in the town like Charles Bronson
Knobs at your speaker
Right Hand Man
Let me use your toothbrush
Have you got a clean shirt?
My panties in a wad
At the bottom of my purse
I walk into the street
The air's so
life
In my first semester in high school
That's why at school I did it big
Humpty Hump nose done lie
In school you got punched and
Got your lunch stole
I
Get drunk 'til you don't know pain
Reminisce with your old friends by old
Times in the old days
Old flames all burnt out like
A barbecue with no propane
They know bout the ends C Block what I'm repping
Gave your gyal backshots dig her with D make a bitch g lock in forty five seconds
All they talk is smoke
that tonight was Ladie's Night
I would've stopped and swabbed my balls with the baby whipe
In the van, Hold your sorry little life in my hand
Watch me
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