Lyrics:
You're goin straight to the gate in the sky
With all the hate I relate to the crime
One more sucka MC gonna fry
Round two, stagger to your feet
Homies in
And when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic (right)
For all my Doggs keepin' y'all in health
Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself
'Cause it's cool
chill mode
And all the bouncers looking shook as fuck
We don’t give a fuck
Tell em kill moe
Verse 3
What you see
Tell me what you see
I see a bad
muthafuckin period
I'm not impressed by the jewelry and the mink, dummy
Why don't you put some of your money in the bank, sonny?
And if I hurt your feelings, I
"you'll end in hell, Gio"
I preferred your debut, you were better before
What happened with Claire and the shit you was mad about?
Was the whole record
everybody on their toes an nobody ever knows what in the hell to do when they finally see the great one
(Chorus)
(3rd Verse)
Rising out of the sea out
blessings,
and take my chances, than live my life as, a number.
So by the time that I’m six feet under,
By the time I become dirt,
My name I swear you
to get it
Fat nigga cookin' in the booth straight drop no soda in it
Don't b asking bout no nigga you don't see up in my section we don't know them niggas
Rusted doors and moldy walls
Happiness in what she owns
Three hundred square feet of hope
Backed by a few perpetual loans
c quiet life, a roof
There's no time to bail me out
Fly as hell like I'm Hermes, rapping till I'm placed in the gurney
I'll be doing this when I'm 30
You'll be taking L's no
you.
By day three I wish you'd come right back to me.
Day four, five and six, well I guess you just don't give a shit.
Day seven, this is hell. this
cnd to carry on but I'm truly branded
I wanna know I wanna know
What you think of me now
Two feet on the ground
Lights all around
Wow-o-wow
I think you
tear up the street go ahead play the beat
I see people sayin’ the industry shit
But I pass it by go on with my day real quick
They sayin’ don’t sign
heart
You’ve got an open mind
You’ve got a boiling glee
And enough love to give
But what you’ve got?
What the hell is that, man?
I see your feet trying
Don't fuck with public service
I squeeze if I see you in person
With the G shit put not fuckin' wit Gursen
I see you lurkin', the shotty emergin'
I up
up some dope to get a lil stoned
Next thing I know it's like 3 in a row
I almost trusted her see how it go
Wanna say sorry I told that hoe no
You was
yeah
Never k(no)w pain, uh
Never k(no)w joy, uh
Give it you heart, but
Know once it's said, uh
Beautiful rose, yeah
Grows in cement
When the times
that rebels on my ball cap
Man I ain't a fan of shit
Pull up to mess and we gon'
Do you like Dizaster did Canibus
Have your man's looking sad in the back
wondering
Were the ballistics finally in
Once again,
Brand Nubian
You and your girl came to see the three rock
Now she stays
Kick the funky lyrics,
Aftermath, gettin' money
West Coast get ya ass up
You know what this is
Crusin' down the street
Watchin' biatches roll by pimpin'
You, that's all I
Series
Been here, just pleadin' the same case
Ever since we spaced about "3 Feet"
Pinchin' your ears, inchin' for years
But you still stuck
Don't disrespect my home
Or you're gonna catch hell, this is where I'm from
When the shells start flyin' watch how fast they run
I'ma chase 'em
brand new sparklin' five
Her feet hurt so you know she want a ride
But she frontin' like she can't say hi
What?
1 - (Uh oh) Ya'll chicks ain't
of Hell
March me straight through the gates but I'll wait a bit longer for that
And it's taken me too long to see
That this is all I need
My guitar,
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