Lyrics:
can go b**** for b****, got a pretty young thing
That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings
[R. Kelly]
Meeting Michelle at the hotel
While
young thing
That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings
[Hook: R. Kelly]
Meeting Michelle at the hotel
While Jay and Tone on the way
horns and my pitchfork
Are still back at my crib
But I can lay a quake on you
That'll level this whole jail down
'Cause I swear by all unholy
I'm gonna
By the time you look down
I'll be ghost
Fun sized do the most
Shooting from half court
Because I'm
Cause I'm Kobe with the shot
Tarantino with
feel sore
Find your balance, find your core
Getting beat down everyday
But by the night I find my way
Leave my faults on display
Stand my ground cuz I
fucked up world don’t know where to start and my skin got ink
Make a masterpiece out of all my scars, when I’m on that brink
Looking down that seat with my
trying to own this the world turns
Mourning losses try to crosses it by my sideburns
I'm inked up put them drinks up and let em clink up play
Sliding
Swang affiliate, X.O. sip, a gold getter
With the rest to gather, my cold killer
It's "Me Against the World" like 2Pac
And like Biggie, I'm "Ready
anymore
I just wanna see whats through that door
If i can make it through this night
Shut down my brain and lose this fight
I don't wanna battle anymore
I
the whole world through the power of trance
How you see it?
[Clocka]
From the outer circle runnin, I'm an inner circle gunner
Clocka, holdin my block
Yeah yeah
Peaks and valleys my heart can erupt
You're no longer here to call on
I fill up my cup
And that's one cup, two cup
Three to make the song
the kick
It ain't nothin homie, you be frontin
Rollin down the 'Shaw and you think you be humpin
On laces? He look just like a lacehead
Before you hit my
Devil pulling my feet trying to bring me down
Pleaded to God said please help me out
Down on my ass and no one around
I don't need no one to check on me
a streetlight!
Yeah, I'm a streetlight, chokin' on the heat
The world spins around while I'm frozen to my seat
The people that I know all keep on rollin' down
clothes
The industry are my foes
They treat me like I got a red nose, red nose, red nose
They put me down
And treat me like I got a red nose, red nose, red
nigga's pockets
I'm layin' 'em down
(Gimme that) And I ain't stoppin' 'till
You trapped in the safe
Now my base ain't safe so
We could skip three states
it
They've been kicking down doors and bustin' out flows
They can't get me on the phone so they surprise me at my shows
And everybody needs a loan
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight ...
I've got my clipboard, text books
Lead me to the station
Yeah, I'm off to the civil war
down, he said, "Mama, I've got to go."
He said, "I'm leaving my heart right here,"
Oh, I don't wanna go, but I've got to leave you, mama
And he's been
then I drove back to my parents' house. My headlights through the trees along Heart Lake Road,
Winding down the dark slope beneath Mount Erie, I was
I been pulling all the dollars since i was a plug
Fresh 16 burnin down a bag by the midweek
Crunch time festivities
Meant chopping up a molly for
gotta keep 'em in my world
Mama makin gangsta moves, rollin with this gangsta dudes
Sittin on, spinnin 24's, openin my Bentley doors
Drunk
down, tore the game up nigga
Took your high score down, put my name up nigga
Tore the doors down 'til the Hall of Fame is Jigga
I did it my way (and
cause I just want the world to know
I'm paying my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know
I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way
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