Lyrics:
just scratching the surface cause what's buried under there
Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared
I went to school got good grades could behave
fighting over the silliest of things, things
and then theres you and me
closest as close can be
proof, without u things aint the same, same
and thats from
to New York City
[Cam'Ron]
Yo, theres a war going on outside no man is safe from(word)
It don't matter if you three feet or eight-one
You'll get eight
a problem
Ain't no hope so they doubted
By the code they acknowledge
Never told on nobody letting know we was silent
I decided that I had to let her go fuck
"We've only just begun"
Oh, yes, indeed, I like this, I like this
Hey, yo, Hi-Tek, do me a favor, man
Speed it up a little bit
From the intro
distracted focus on getting paid
Back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore
And somedays I sit and wish that I could dream again
These days ain't
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
of the living
Self-organized, wrought from the clay
Our king by night, our slave by the day
Giga-giga-gilgamesh
What do you know?
Watch the human life show
OK
the white man did
Nor the deal or the way that he lied
There was blood on the floor of the government store
When the men took his daddy away
But the boy
entrancing,
but the dancing was a lamentable mess!"
FIRMIN
"Dear Firmin, just a brief reminder:
my salary has not been paid.
Send it care of the ghost, by
and Cali G
Big Ed, see-Murder, and Master P
Gettin' paid in the rap game
Some real players, from the streets man (From the streets man)
Just a player
, Eastside reppin'
Westside stepping, you know I'm the man goddamn it
I just got a handjob damn it
Like from a masseuse
She was tryin' fuck, I ain't let her
A pitch is somethin' I ain't done before
But I thought yo, duh!
It's time ta get up from doin' yoga on the floor
Cuz there's no Yoda ta take care of our
A pitch is somethin' I ain't done before
But I thought yo, duh!
It's time ta get up from doin' yoga on the floor
Cuz there's no Yoda ta take care of our
to you man. fcukin safe - respect.
That's right man I fcukin met him a couple of years ago, right I
was down at Avana bakery(1). I was working there for
already in your house
He there sleeping on the couch
I got two twin hammers
Like bananas and pajamas
And the bullets
Dancing in your mouth
Who you know
disappear from the stage
Replaced by a smaller man in his mid-30s
He also appeared to be an exec
"It's time for the TGIF Annual Secret Santa Exchange" he
to freeze the clock, take the hands of time and cuff 'em
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
There's a storm comin' that
cpple butter from the apples of the tree out back
There's some cookies in the oven if you'd like a snack
Off in the distance you might here a little
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
mans from the ends can't be there in the end
As we get older, shit get colder, I can't see clear
Snowflakes got me thinking I won't see next year
Know
play your games on me?
It's getting easier to recognize the
Realer from the fake
'Cause there's children in the business
And they steady playing games
recognize the God
And any nigga out there that think I might be wrong
Bet ya career by giving me 16 on a song
Ha, that’s exactly what I thought, so long
Man
under there
Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared
I went to school, got good grades
Could behave when I wanted
But I had demons deep inside
That
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