Lyrics:
And what I do because I'm in demand,
Because I look good.
Do you hear, my man?
And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.
One girl at a time
prolly got these rappers passin fray
Look, New York you gotta feel me I
Was at the Rock The Mic tour
Barely old enough to hear it
Man and standin' next
triller than Scott
Ain't nobody trill, man, I'm takin' they spot, yeah
These niggas is scared
Thirtys in the city movin' slow
Thirty, thirty,
Gotta live and learn
Man, That's how you survive
How much will you earn
You must now decide
Ima make a lot
Off knowledge I provide
And we can take
pull up
On yo' man anyway
I will fight when I pull up
And I'm running up the paint
Keep telling me there's no way
No, I don't want you to stay
I can tell
the shining
Where you can't stop the shining
You can't stop the shining
Nigga done run everywhere
Left trails in my city everywhere
But nowhere like home
See I
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
And you say New York City
And you say New York City
(They're jingling, baby) go 'head, baby
(They're jingling, baby) go 'head, baby
(They're
Aye girl, look better with my last name
Man of words, get lost in the word play
You wanna talk, let's talk for the whole day
You feel a spark, but
cold
If you ain't buying my style you don't get the bar code
Play on the roof not a fiddle
This monkey in the middle ain't fitting I'd rather be monkey
the closure
Huh yeah, 808 (Uh, yeah)
There a Lotta shotta Shit (Woo)
No, I don't play no games (Nah)
I don't say nothin', I don't clear no names
(Nah)
If mans
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
run-down porch
They say he's crazy - a village fool - an hermit forsaken by the world
But he's a groovy fella, so treat him right and he might play you his
name
Like it's an old game
Make my hieroglyphics in the rain
Like a metaphysical stain
Yet you're incredulous
At how impetuous
And how happy someone can
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
you in stand by
Damn GOD damn GOD damn
King Bison
I just went ahead and
Said his name in vain
Hail to Mary man
I'm praying to the Saints
GOD forgive me
to see me
Like John Cena
High jab ya, huh, then wrap you like a turban
Pack a Stan in a can and ship him to Eminem
And say "Dax needs a feature" and
Pray
morning, and we've talked all night,
You know we've made big plans for ten-year-olds,
You and I.
Have you met my new boy friend, Margaret?
His name is
morning, and we've talked all night,
You know we've made big plans for ten-year-olds,
You and I.
Have you met my new boy friend, Margaret?
His name is
like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate
These blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember
You did say you were Friday
But you don't
bother me man (woo)
They can say what they want on the radio
(yeah)
I bet you nobody don't put they hands on me
No I bet you that a nigga don't put his
the shining
You can't stop the shining
You can't stop the shining
Nigga done run everywhere
Left trails in my city everywhere
But nowhere like home
See I won't
for my burial
Now when you visit this loner for his funeral
Bring mixtapes, old CDs of Shakur and Hov
He don't need your company, he need a record
Do these feelings talk to you,
Draining passion from my veins?
We’ve lost all sense of play.
We’re just strangers passing by.
Bye.
We was doin
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