Lyrics:
that the other person
doesn't do that makes him a hero. But I'm about to
step the fuck up.
(Evidence w/ Iriscience)
Yo panic y'all. Back against
My bitches having standstills
I'm eating where the man lives
The joy that my fans give
I'm just thankful that I am him
Atlantic Ocean, when I can
on
Caps goin off on the streets like popcorn
Talkin bout Simon till the early morn'
Word is bond
But now I just cool
Bumpin my Gang Starr tape by my pool
I
Run it to me real quick
I be going stupid for that ooh la
Don't make me wait
I've been thinkin' about it all day
You know what I want
The second,
of your conversation
That's life
Life, life comin at ya fast
Life better be built to last
Cause if you ain't life gonna take you down past
Outcast status
you from the pack keep about a mile from em
Ohh
Go Usain out on the track these boys is trial runners
Ooh
Go insane out on that track and make em dial
don't know about it (how could they know?)
I thank you for the autographs
And the cheers over the years
You stood by me, you didn't doubt me
I think
I'mma be influenced by all
Of them gang banger
I'm not trynna get caught up in that category
Tell my kids a story about a
Brother named Cory who got shot
barely 19
Have not been past the Atlantic
But even Germany has heard about me
I got the energy and I got the vibe
You alone at the club
Can't even catch
[Fredro Starr]
Fuck this rap shit, fuck the rhyme of the year
I'm about to get away wit the crime of the year
Bought a black dress that's for ya momma
Leave my bones to the Atlantic
And the grave will understand
That I've taken up the space
That I was given as a man
Send my ash to New York harbor
fasho
And that’s old like Walt disney
So you know the roles
Never been about the cheating
But they been playing by some wack rules
We get shot for doing
a goat-herd, just because some long-haired conjuror starts
mucking about. (makes gesture again)
Just like that. "You're cured." Bloody do-gooder!
BRIAN
Well,
think this song is about you
That's my girl
Is about you (go on)
Is about you (go on)
You probably think this song is about you
(You son of a gun)
think this song is about you
That's my girl
Is about you (go on)
Is about you (go on)
You probably think this song is about you
(You son of a gun)
a man losing his mind about what I'm wearing today
The single life is really so underrated
Everybody thinks I'm so isolated
Why would you think I'm so
becoming the kind of
Person that makes money
A lot of people think making
Money is about luck
It's not A lot of people think making money
Is about luck it's
with my mom up to san rafael
Now I’m older I go there all by myself
But the cornbread mix is still not a hard sell
So wave that flag, ring that bell
do or don't, you don't try
And I'm the kinda girl that's nice with it
In my jeep just banging that Gang Starr shit
You can call me Spero, the thinking
been broke
Arm ya, Adrien Broner on the ropes
I'm still at that Mickey D's off of Atlantic
My BK niggas, man, I feed them hammers
My connect only speaks
free
They look at us saying
That's the way you do it
You got plans to do it, we already did it
I got pretty things flying over Atlantic
From the East
"I didn't get any bread"
"Just forget it, let it go"
"Excuse I think you forgot my bread"
"You want bread?"
"Yes, please"
"No soup for you"
DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince - I Think I Can Beat Mike Tyson Lyrics
Hey...hey Leroy...Leroy yeah did you hear about that boy Mike Tyson?
and you'll never get beat
By the junk food tattooed white dude true blued
Honky with an attitude coming unglued
Fate's right hand...I don't understand
.jpg/310px-Ringo_Starr_and_all_his_band_(8470843180).jpg "Ringo Starr & His All Starr Band")
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