Lyrics:
ready to jab him, I grabbed him by the necktie
Homie tried to get fly, and swing I gave him a decked eye
You know the evil that men do, hell is
I can see it all on your face
You're feeling crowded
Why don't we find a better place
Cause I think we're surrounded
By people with these first
to the red for fucking with us
Now we sick in the head nigga
By all means, it really don't stop, stay out the dark
Keep messing get marked
Face to face I'm 'a
the fee, I can get you jumped for free
Yeah buddy, laugh, it's funny
I have the money to have you killed by somebody who has nothing
I'm past bluffing,
the fee, I can get you jumped for free
Yeah buddy, laugh, it's funny
I have the money to have you killed by somebody who has nothing
I'm past bluffing,
before
Kids get out of school
They say, "Nas, they fucked up"
I'm up early, acting a fool
Driving DC with drive-bys on Lincoln's statue
Hire my meetings
they changed what it meant
And they mess with little kids but you still on the fence
Be ready for war because they want smoke with we the people
I guess
Catch 'em by surprise
Lets catch 'em by surprise
Catch 'em by surprise
Let's go
Bounce to the beat people, hands up
Everybody in the place stand up
beam
Reflecting I gotta gleam
Born by the river
Ima get it by any means
My whole life I gave my heart to people who
Would play with that
Close people
Staring away
If you ready to drown
Then here come the wave
You must bring a towel
If you ain't ready to bathe
When I get diamonds
They'll dance like
scared to book em when you get uptight
[ VERSE 3: Johny see ]
Now I'm the prince of rhyme, and all of you cry
And I'm inspired by the beat and all you
to ride
(Said you're down to ride)
You think you're ready for this ride
Know its ride or die
Are you down to ride
(Said you wanna ride)
Are you down to ride
dancing in the dark for way too long
It's time to rewrite my song
I think I wanna change
I think I'm ready to change
So sick of the same
All these people
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeahhh
Yeah yeah
Gotta get ahold of it
Even when I daydream (when I daydream)
Gotta get control of it
Don't know if I'm ready
famous
But I'll still get you into this cos I'm that lyricist
Plus, I'm that Nigga with 3 records set
That's held up in the Guinness book
But people fail
Mali, let's go get 'em
Gimme that joy I can't explain
Add extra peace that'll ease my pain
I hope that love that'll never change
Gimme dat
hittin' me
Y'all hold it down, I'll be back through here in a minute
(Sho ya right)
We serve it raw or ready to chop
(Sho ya right)
You get every damn
by the undies
The bastards moving python
Insane
Got legerdemain
Pick up the chain
Get over here
An let of the flames
Like the frassers group I got
t-shirt for you tramp
You can get three for a score
At Wembley market you can get four
Some people in girl better blow
T-shirts want a picture but I’m too
ready to jab him, I grabbed him by the necktie
Homie tried to get fly, and swing I gave him a decked eye
You know the evil that men do, hell is
alright
You just never give in never give up
When it get tough you just fight
I make motivation music
For people going through it
For people about
a pistol on my lap
Take some time to talk to God
Keep me safe inside the trap
Send my love to all the people who I'm never getting back
Look you can tell
I can never tell you how it gonna end
But I never had or got the problem, when y'all wanna get some people in the building
Nosey 'cause the time we
everyday
Ready to live or die on this important day
Cause we are party people
Days like a dope beat
We always in the rhythm
Heart set on regime non-stop
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