Lyrics:
All right now, now listen
Little girl walkin' down the street
She gotta subway smile & a heart in heat
Say I'll work it for you daddy
(Work it
of the city when its gritty like Kai,
We did what we had to done to get by,
Hoping not to get caught up in no silly drive-by
Little Derek wrote lyrics while
800 Bill right.[01:04.57]That could end world poverty five times overnight[01:07.73]Instead they fight people they trained and then armed[01:10.25]Like
Blue Cyclone, Oooh
Well my wife went out of town 'bout a year or so back
And left me at home by myself to batch,
And after five straight nights
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled (word)
Get your ass up, and let's get ill
That's right, y'all, we more than rough, we callin'
for the killer's profit and another five
'cos the government by well-spanked arses, closet queens ("Masturbate,
masturbate.") making it a crime to be
Flavored with spice
No we don't look the same
One race under god
Let's put racism to shame
We are the world
And we are the people
Let's tell it how
fi di money
Hustle fi di, hustle fi di money
As a little youth
Mi watch mi mom live off of 5 grand
Affi pay water plus light and
Raise 3 youths, build
Hum V (V)
I'm surrounded by these RBGs
(HEeee!!)
We get green, roll green, and eat green like sebi
Born in them 80's
I clown like I'm Bailey
This
the ones the system's tearing down
We are the people working to survive
We are more than just our nine-to-fives
We are the shopping malls and streetcars
We
special Oh, my lord...!
Walks so Cute in the little frock Held my finger and I'm so shocked
My little cutie pie This is your chacha give me high five
the doors
Got a little paper, now they want to treat they people like hoes
Now after takin a look at that
How the fuck you think the white man is supposed
these little styrofoam bags, everyone trying to open up the pretzels. 5:00 a.m., right? Now if you were in your own kitchen at 5:00 a.m. and you opened up
on a nigga's face
My mama spent new years day
In a mental home
I was working five to five
Trying to keep my mental strong
It gets hard at times
To admit when
One more day in the struggle
Have to get up and go juggle
You done know, want a little sugar in the pan
Me nah see fi trouble no man
Oh oh oh
One more day in the struggle
Have to get up and go juggle
Yu done know
Want a little sugar inna de pan
Me nah see fi trouble no man
Oh oh...
with precision
Nigga, your hoe chose Hov', that's rapid division
Now divide yourself and slide
I, young Vito, voice of the young people
Mouthpiece
strike people so fast people think I threw lightning
Clash with a few titans, blasted a few height men
Been harassed by two dikes who wanted (Lou Pikner)
get older and a little seasoned
You realize Life is unfair and not everything happen for a reason
Good things happen to good people is a fable don't
you're like, ""I'm done! What the fuck do you even do to Silent Night? What do you do? Count skulls?"" It's a disgusting song. By five ... By day three
Martin Luther King Jr:
All Men are created equal!
Barack Obama
All men are created equal!
The biggest lie ever told
The most misused five words ever
I'm just gonna shout this one,
I'm just uhh, gonna gonna gonna gonna say this to the people,
not so much the people in the audience as the people
alright but can't
Fuck with Young Wizzle mr 41
I'm Young Blow it by the idd-ow
I do work for your money Stuart Little
Rollin' back to back stay what's
Up
critical
That's why they call me mr. pitiful
A few people know what I'm sayin'
Hmm, to the little daddy shane, you know what I mean
And to my man cool
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