Lyrics:
The Bridge
The Bridge
The Bridge
The Bridge
Queensbridge
Hip hop was set out in the dark
They used to do it out in the park
Every place they said his
and everybody knew
Him and Huckleberry Hound was spotted drinkin' brew
In the alley out back, in the corner in the dark
But they both got smoked by
asleep and your dad's asleep
And the door is shut and the light
Is out and the room is dark
The curtains drawn and you're on your own
The bed is warm in
Tom goes down to the Open Mic
He wants to play some songs that you like
Someone at the back shouts 'Take a hike'
And everybody laughs
Next up, it's
Already told you One time
And imma tell you again
All them niggas by your side
None of them is ur friend
Ain't no fish bowl
Window dark five percent
in my face for a second
But I move the crowd, and I reckon
That a sucker might jump and try to bait
So kill that noise and get out my face (punk)
The Bridge
The Bridge
The Bridge
The Bridge
Queensbridge
Hip hop was set out in the dark
They used to do it out in the park
Every place they said his
soaking wet like the jewelry in the chains I buy
I'm so YMM I shout it out win a verse go by
Love my aunt to death I was in that room but I say goodbye
He
let me cut, yeah?
I wonder if I'm runnin' out of luck
I don't believe in luck
Doin' different stuff, yeah
I wonder if I had a million bucks
Would
fishing , “Fishing In The Dark” was more than just a track we played
Now it's gonna haunt me every time I wanna drive down by the lake.
That girl is
many friends by my side, and those who are gone are still with me
It isn't a matter of pride, to kill the dark lord has been written in prophecy
It's
The Bridge, Queensbridge
The Bridge, Queensbridge
The Bridge, Queensbridge
The Bridge, Queensbridge
Hip hop was set out in the dark
They used to do it
She really cramping my style
She on to me
I thought I'd let you know
That you so out of control
You so out of control
Yeah
She on to me
Yeah she
is no limit they don't know ya
Past by Gucci shades I don't know ya
Tom Ford make the pockets look older
Diamond baguette
Keep dancing no rest
My
rooms
Planning out his thoughts
He's waiting for just the right
One by one as they
Walk right through the door, they
Keep on coming back I
Guess
will make you turn on the world
Or stand by while we're running out of time
But outside they're planning deep actions in the streets
They're holding
making tunes
Sitting on my notes writing
Blessings just for you
Playing Dark Souls with Skep
Or getting stressed out by the news
Some find my lyrics funny
curtains open, so that's her fate
Leaving out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth
Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch
Whipped out my
on the streets, so we took the risk
Guess what, we found out she was your sis
Now we're not Tom, Dick, Harry, or Roy
Let us crack the freak, because we're your
prophetically
Denouncing their gains, while they go sporting some jewelry
I'm tempted by style and duplicating tom foolery
But then I'd have to say those
It's Mr. I don't give a fuck up on the top floor
Smelling like a bag of weed mixing with my Tom Ford
Used to bag it up then I would stuff it in
We're doing a sequel,
We're back by popular demand.
Come on everybody, strike up the band!
We're doing a sequel,
That's what we do in
While no religion is the new religion
Praying out loud I don't think nobody's listening
Night vision do my work in the dark
I got Superman moves while
Compound
Accra we Dey
We Dey stay by plan
K3 Olu, shwane Tom Brown
Okunka, Okunte
Ogb33, Okunka loo Okunpe
Ohe fu k3 o kunpe
I fucked her on Tuesday
She went
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