Lyrics:
momma cry more than dru hill
Niggaz running marathons
And nigga you still
My crew kill
If i take a trip then it s a new deal
Come across too real
It
down
(I got what you need baby)
Lay it down
(Show you what I mean baby)
Lay it down
(Tell me what need you baby)
Lay it down
(Tell me it’s for me baby)
watching
Over silent flocks by night
Behold throughout the heavens
There shone a holy light
Go, tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
your friend go away dying/ you'll become extinct/ you shouldnt of blinked/ i have a hair trigger/ tell me young nigga/ how does it feel to have to deal
a tragedy
On the hill, he was slain for me
Took the penalty
And he took the lead
That's a victory
Home run
Now I'm on one
Zoned out it's a black out (Black
wouldn't do me wrong.
She just not by her phone.
Or her shit just dead
Homicide keep popping up in my head
Dru hill keep banging on the back of my head
to Uncle Phil
Solo I’m dolo dolo rocking this polo polo
Yolo it’s yolo yolo and bounce like a yo-yo yo-yo
Yea now just tell me if it’s real
If the love was
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
jersey
I need a lot of mercy—I did a lot of splurging
I need a lot of faith
I’m 5 seconds from going dark on my friends
5 steps like Dru Hill how it starts
To put it down that's progress
We Dru guns up on the Hill
But it ain't take us 5 steps
I had shoot outs wit my brother
Moved out from my mother
Shacked up
I'mma tell you, I'mma tell you this right now
If you, if you woke up this mornin', nigga you winnin' for real
I got a big amount, I took
Catch the last train to Schiphol while Dru Hill sing:
"How deep is your love for me?"
How sweet is your subtlety?
How cheap are your luxurious frames
I'm invited to the meal
To some it's like conquering mountains, to me it's like stepping on hills
Remember the images in your mirror can be bigger
I'mma tell you, I'mma tell you this right now
If you, if you woke up this mornin', nigga you winnin' for real
I got a big amount, I took
off
By the realest MC, and that's me
Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets
Knee deep in the game, other half in the streets
I got that permit
Livin' astro; tell me how you feel
One two, one two
Movin' roughly, straight to the desert, San Antonio
I talk swift; the rock king, black Romeo
rappin'-ass niggas wanna work for me
Now picture me standin' on somebody block tryin' to rock
I drop bombs and niggas see me with that dough by eight o'clock
invited to the meal
To some it's like conquering mountains, to me it's like stepping on hills
Remember the images in your mirror can be bigger than they
hard
Lord, I'm going home to live on the mountain
She got me in the mood and loves it when I'm rhyming
A true version of perfection, hair blowing in
It's the brown child, better version of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named Tiki took the cake
The greens
T-H-U-G, say It with me
You ready to be a g?
Shell yeah baby!
SHELL YEAH to the beat, that's right!
SHELL YEAH with ma, all night!
T-H-U-G, say it with me
Ooh uh (Hitmaka) , ooh uh
Bitch, you keep askin' me the same shit
(You fuck with Murda, it's a homicide) Hmm
(Sound)
She said
"Why can't you tell me
this afforded you
Buss down
You think these things mean more than you?
Too many bitches saying not to change on em
But tell me that the dick better with
til the sun go
Ws for wumbo
Sike it’s WYBORN you dumbo
Down the block
No mutumbo
You know I’ve been ready to rumble
So tell me when you tumble down
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