Lyrics:
me explain
I like livin my life in the fast lane
Partyin hard and havin fun
Females - I need more than one
Straight up and down on the serious tip
[Buckshot]
Feavin ass, creepin ass, my man's black path, ease up off the Av.
You don't make me laugh, I'm dead serious to the core
Brother, you
a picture never use the canvas
Thoughts deep I came to give you
Not a day goes by
That I don't get it hot jewels
Before the ice on the wrist
My life was
guns left the Bishop dead gave
Me some trouble once
Hallelujah, I'm about to put
Some halos through ya
Twin ultra boys nicknamed righteous Rugers
Cats in
My intention's apparent
To elevate the minds
From the poor shit, put them
On to more shit, generate
Mentalities worth the Forbes list
Portraits, dead
Who's doing this ting
It's G-H-E double T and O, my mind works
How it's so diverse
Why work when the fiends wanna by work?
I really can't stand you fake
with whomever
So solid, I'm too mega, the new era
Don't love me when I'm dead
If you hate me when I do better
Nipsey blue coupe weather it's bait
Don't
I mean man are you serious man? You opened
Up for Pitbull, EPMD, Method Man, Redman
And Ludacris? Man get the fuck out of here
Man I know you lying
You know bigger bed
Alive, but you sleep, machine beep
You just live in head
Fightin' for ya life, Night, but Living Dead
You see four niggas wit' me
It
a jumper
I got sued by my idol, ain't that shi sad
Cause I made a remix and it got the nigga mad
But ya boy won, cause I went and broke a leg
Luck was
(Immortal Technique)
Yeah its Harlem (ahahaa)
Tellin' you the other side of the story
(yeah)
Its that serious (let these muthafuckas know)
satanic ways, my state's in a panic
Petro from wild animals that they let go
Suspect profile of the owners they kept low
Mysterious circumstance, serious
Had to make up a word
To describe how I feel
I'm paranoid as hell
You can't tell by how I'm living
Damn nigga smile why you always looking serious
I
the biness I'm flipping the channels
How wild could it get that I hold for a minute
Try it on me
How the shit got em
I'm dead serious I ain't take it to heart
and everyone knows that if my
lights are on then everyone's home
and that's a serious shindig a guaranteed fix
cause even 20/20 motherfuckers haven't seen shit
the dead
This time I want to roll the tide
I'm gonna touch the sky
Don't believe a word they said
Then I'll wait for the perfect hour
To feed the psycho
my souls got serious traction
I bet its still to get some action
your mother calls us misfits
it doesn't bother you one bit
you shouldn't care about
[Verus 1:]
It's like my lifes a song and everyone knows it
If my lights are on then everyone's home and that's a serious shindig
A guaranteed fix
for like eight months straight (eight months straight)
Wonder how she feelins, is her son okay (mama, I'm okay)
Alive, is he dead? Eatin' every day
a fan of me
Looking at me crazy was pure insanity
Ten hours go by not panicking
I just sat there still like a mannequin
I was laughing they kept
All the trees and the dead leaves
It must be falling in love with you
All the sand in my pockets hand
I wish you'd start hanging out with me
And they claim to be New York's king? It ain't about that
It's more serious, I plan to toast it up with you
Joke with you, happy we on top, the most
description is dead on
And I ain't here going through shit
Maybe these mofuckers at home
Being soldiers is real shit
And maybe I'm wrong and to be
you, suck my dick, I gives a damn, that's how I am
And if you want lets trip, with this some serious, curious
Niggas get fucked, I grap my dick, cock,
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