Lyrics:
one
Of these damn robots, you
Don’t know how to go about the flow, doc, ha
Huh, I play this motherfucker ’til the tape
Runs out ’til there’s nothing
Catch In cnd Get It
They Look ct My Weed Under Stash It Lil Niggas They Don't Got The Passion Forget It
I Just Gottah Feed From MY Passion Lil Winners We
(you know the vibes, like)
You know what's up, nigga, gang (don't fuck around)
(Woo)
Look
I make it rain on whoever (uh)
I make it rain, that
we don't speak anymore cause she's actin' so dumb
You run from your past but don't run from me cause I been knowin' wassup
Yeah
I don't got time for no
deep in my eye (my eye)
You can see what's deep in my eye (my eye)
7 Sign
I put who got you, too, who shot you
Who got you, glock you and stop
Bought the tape i hope you bought the tape
I hope you bought the tape
I hope you happy with your purchase
I bought the tape i hope you bought
and make 1 call
How many niggas is waiting outside
Dont you know I'm vagabond
Got pain in my veins dont play about mine
Stop playing them games I'll put you
to soak it all in
Before we had to run
I was always ten feet behind
You from the start
Didn't know you were gone 'til
We were in the car
Oh, the glory of it
arranged, we on a rampage
Duct tape to the face of the people who drain
My energy, got enemies
They honestly the centerpiece
Of why I'm rapping endlessly
For my one true
Our run's our rhyme
For my
One true
Our run's our rhyme
I went from construction Timbs, to AC's with rims
Flippin' mix tapes
you're listening to the hit, it's nice can't you tell
That the two are steady bringin till we swell
I used to sell, mix tapes, but now I'm an MC
I got
rhyme you took me back in time
Back to the first love I ever knew
Giving it over, giving it over
Got my broken heart healed and removed from its cast
I put the name Microphones on the tapes I would make late at night after work at the record store. I was already by then a couple years deep into
temporary
Than why it's feeling like a cemetery
My dreams ain't got no obituaries
My city hurting and none of us were equipped here
You heard me say I was
when I die, you can see what's deep in my eye
[my eye].
Maje$ty:
7 Sign . . .
Bizzy:
I put who got you, too, who shot you, who got you, glock
(Hook)
I try to feel the sunshine while standing in the rain
(In the rain)
You try to hold me down with all your restrain
(Your restrain)
I try
close
Yourself off from the power this could
Bring you we are all
Human we are all implicated by our fears
No one is being judged similarly
If you read
Mix Tape
This song could be between any two others
You only hear it when you play it on your mix tape
Made for you by your best friend before
don't give a fuck!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck!
But see me on the street
don't give a fuck!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck!
But see me on the street
don't give a fuck!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck!
But see me on the street
Youngin coming from the streets
Feel like every heart I was breaking
Now they got me on the playlist
I just tied my shoelaces
Raw just had to stay patient
the charges, back to the wall, I fight regardless
Screaming, "Fuck the law," my life is lawless
That's what you call it
Ain't got to be no psychic to see this
Ripped in two
Like a cardboard box
Left in the rain
And starting to rot
Tell me when
You'll tape me up
Tape me up
It's a funny thing
How I thought
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