Lyrics:
the day I came out my mother's womb
I found myself in the operating room
Then the doctor spanked me on my behind
I didn't cry, the kid started to rhyme
on the track, pushin buttons
Pullin strings, the Dilated Wild Style
The globe trotter, earth, wind, fire and water
Turnin local rappers into neighborhood martyrs
this life
Cause you'll learn the difference if you Dog the Nine
Â??I can not seem to say what I want to relate, but by His power I will say
(Dog
Pushin'
Say man I don't give a fuck about the FEDs
D.E.A., A.T.F., Task Force, Jump-out boys, or your local neighborhood robbers
Baby I got
Johnny Samartino and his 3rd wife Kate
Took a backpack full of money to the Seaside Arcade
To meet a man from Teaneck that said he'd get them paid
see the agony of absolute power?
And why I must remember precision in all I do?
And the only way I do this is by the magnitude in which I treasure you?!
buggin'
'Cause to us, Uncle Sam is Hitler without an oven
Burnin' our black skin
Buy my neighborhood, then push the crack in
Doin' us wrong from
but in Tennessee another bugged out nigga stunts
{B.G.}
fuckin with me huh? you fuckin with the wrong one
that fire spit from my K have your
This is a love song (3x)
A love for the revolution
[ VERSE 1: Money be ]
1951
Francis was brung
Into this world
The cutest little girl
That you
on waist, but tell 'em, "They don't want my problems now"
We gon' double back, jump out with straps, run down and pop 'em, slime
Ain't goin' for shit
I
recurring dream of high stakes
The fourth largest, first hardest, Brooklyn is the place
Settled by the Dutch many years ago
Three billion strong and here
everybody mentioning
The US and UK, songs hitting play
A shout out from Gabe up at Penny Arcade
Second album, late nights, moving through the hours
Side by
points with The girl's parents, Ken and Gloria
My next door neighbors, by taking the group out to dinner at Olive Garden, saying he knew
The head chef
but in Tennessee another bugged out nigga stunts
{B.G.}
fuckin with me huh? you fuckin with the wrong one
that fire spit from my K have your
Critics, snakes and lawyers
Handing out the flyers and these fuckers try to buy us
There ain’t no such thing as bias
When the beats are beaten by us
Acapella
existence in this cosmic fight
Three-headed dead grandma with vulture claws
The Grim Reaper's cloak, shredded by the law
Giant Ratmen with swords made out
And it goes hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four
Man, Febz is coming out for more
And it goes hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four
Man, Febz is
to golf, it's like I got a bag to spend
Above par, will and I only drop tens
I'm like Mort how I'm stacking up my gold, man
Stop by the arcade, play some
the Money, Power and Respect first
All the chips on my shoulder keep my world turning
Knowing you're against me ignites my fire and it's burning
From
at the beginning
I'm seven dash two, trying to get to seven dash three
Got those four dash two dash zero dreams
Check out all these greens
Look at all these pipes
want to bug me
Athletes want to be rappers, shawty, trust me
Bending corners in the Benz
Riding it like a bucket, nigga fuck it (fire another)
I
it out by the time that I'm 30
Had a dream I was in room 29, that sh** was great
With two different women, meaning 2 got ate (8)
One was 27, the other
ya lighter 'fore we spark the fire
To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' the mind
All my peoples that be knowin' the time, come on
And push
lighter 'fore we spark the fire
To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' the mind
All my peoples that be knowin' the time, come on
And push up ya
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