Lyrics:
Pablo, a new artist signed under Jive
Has teamed up with Timbaland, out of V.A.
In a quest to redeem the title
And Bring North Carolina, and Virginia,
Yeah ah
I was made by the mess (Play with the drip it got slippery splash)
I was made by the mess (Check at the combos they stitched up like that)
I
Today, I will walk into the Civic Auditorium
As a 17-year-old high school graduate
And walk out-
"Name?" The man's grating voice
Cuts through my reverie
the trap
Back on my plays
I die by this shit
Before I ever see my fam go broke again
I swear it was hard back then anh
They ain't give us options
They
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (it's her favorite)
By the way you speak out loud, loud
And say what it is, yeah (ooh yeah)
I ain't come to play around-round
the poor
And after all you can say you saw
Cypress Hill, stompin once more
I play it by ear, I love to steer
The fifty-seven Bel Air from here to there
and I work for the poor
Now tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
they started
They cannot handle us
Did this shit on my own they say we Dangerous
Flow sick I'm sky high When you Ride by can I see
Pick em out like
(Get out)
Another chance to
Head out (Head out)
Head out (Head out)
Head out (Head out)
I just want you gone
Life goes by fast
I used to live in
us
Get on the team
Street sweepers, grenades, rifles, and M-1-sixteens
It's a cold piece of work out this way
cause the way niggas are in
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
Out on the floor in my arms she's gotta be
Let's get it on (let's get it on)
Jam all night long
Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ
Play it play it for me
Close your
to pop me, to even try to stop me from grinding
I'm leaving you blinded by the size of Mo Thugs 'til you find us
All the nigga know what the hood like
Bitch!
What time is it? Yo, I don't give a fuck where you lay at, nigga, it's
time to slay these bitch-made niggas.
[Bizzy: Pac Pac run with us, run
Hidden by the designer
Now you gon' have hell to pay
All the secrets, not threads of carе
Let you out, bitch, whatever's lеft
Victim to your desires
Now
Stabbed myself and still I won't expire
What the fuck is wrong with folks like us?
Played chicken with a train
Shot Drano in my veins
Blew out my brains
never gonna stop us we're never gonna quit
We wanted them to join us but they wouldn't commit
So we play them offstage from the orchestra pit
It's too
Yeah
It's us, us, us, us, us, us, us, us
You don't wan play with us
We off the Angel Dust
We flying high
Ain't no one out here that's better than I
is arising
My hearts calls out something gentle
Down by the river let's be together, I'll be there
Warm is the water
I will embrace you
I will love
Let’s play hard. Let’s play loud.
Let’s play hard. Let’s play loud.
C’mon baby let's get with the crowd.
Out on the street, dancin’ around.
Honey,
drawn-out lesson
(Yo, nuff said) next question
[ man ]
Hey yo Kid 'N Play, what's up?
What's up with Vanilla Ice and Luke Skywalker tryin to dis y'all
What
for justice
Ferguson, rest in peace Mike Brown
And all the young soldiers out there
God help us
Time to take a stand and save our future
Like we all
dem a roll high (yeah)
Been a stroll by (me worried)
A me a say, Don (yeah)
You know we rated as number one (easily)
Up 2 Di Time, me Vybz Kartel,
dem a roll high (yeah)
Been a stroll by (me worried)
A me a say, Don (yeah)
You know we rated as number one (easily)
Up 2 Di Time, me Vybz Kartel,
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