Lyrics:
me that dope
Eight years old, when I jumped off the porch
By the time I was ten, niggas gave me the ropes
'Bout twelve years old, I'ma the baby lil
Suddenly a new burst of energy has occurred
Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third
I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird
Then
Still the container won't cloud my mind with these false tales
Future couldn't write me a book about these third worlds
Motherfuckers better see that
caught in the water
Cause the Bricks got its own World Order
Leave yo bitches shot like the third rail caught her
Style stay deeper than Orca
I float
(Lloyd Banks)
By the way, man, it still feels like I've been dreamin'
Forty cal under my pillow, condom full of my semen
The physical presence
right
Third time, I'm still a mess, and I confess that it's lost on me
Who the hell do I gotta be to get some Lauryn Hill reciprocity
clways known I had
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spirit and complete design
Like I told you when the world was mine
The good times so defined
Fast break past the pill
No tricks in twenty tricks
It was
I'm talkin' 'bout flyin'
More than a hour flight
Shoney's, Waffle House delight
You need some highway in ya life
But don't bring no (purse)
Cop
bout time that I start
Bein' more living more given more killin' ya'll wit the
Feelings that's raw , pause
You Little Lambs roam in silence
But ya'll
momma birthed you
Just so you can feel me
The same way I'ma feel this world when it kill me
Even if time stands still, I'ma still be
Underground
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
a world that's gone insane
With the problems that I know we can stop
From the ruler of the world and the man on top
But the years went by, and time was
world gone mad
And how times was getting real bad
But what we need to do
Is connect with them other two
And make that dream you had come true
I
doctrines of bail
Causin' people to fail
Keepin' the third in jail
His word is nail
Everything to the tree
Severing all of me
From all that I used to be
I could ever do
I don't have enough time in my life
To wage a war all by myself
Against a world that has no feeling or regrets
Of anything that we
of evil
I feel freedom on the horizon
Stop the child labor in third world countries
Where they creating dope kicks for stores in cities and sticks
We're
the third World War
So I can start World War 4 and murder us all
I don't give a fuck if you rich or you poor
Don't give a fuck if you got ya' picture in
Yeah, ok
This song is about shapes
It might not make sense at first when you listen to it
But if you listen to it more times you're going
bumpin' "Druggies Wit Hoes Again" with my bros again
No, I want the world chico and everything in it
Every beverage with Codeine in it
How the fuck you say
(nowhere) anywhere they can go
And trouble may come in sometime you get pulled
Over by one time and when its 1999 the one didn't even make any stride
me the best the time I've had
And now you're on my skin
Body to body
Working me out
Yeah you, you play to win
Rocking me steady
Round after round woah
into your brains
Rewiring frequencies, you people been constrained
So deranged, I think it's time to rearrange (Kya!)
All you people been enslaved
By
Enough space for more than a million words and inventions
To travel through time within enough room to be the womb
Of the most high's great mind which he
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