Lyrics:
I'm talking bout Franklin's
Whenever I say that my hands on the Ben's
Took enough losses I'm happy to win
Wasn't always like this I remember it used
the water and grits
They got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And that's I high I better get by because my ally
about to flip that crazy shit
choking on a feather
But I took my fishingpole, fearing your fever
Down to the swimminghole, where there grows bitter herb
That blooms but one day
underneath the mistletoe
Santa came down the chimney
About a half past three
Left all these pretty presents
That you, that you see before me, oh
Merry
like coins
Pain, like the foot to groins
3 Strikes but I didn't gel the head yet
Why you still vexed over things I haven't even said yet
clock these niggas
A sight to see Big Ben
Ben Ben Big
I can chop niggas limbs off
By punchlines I sawed off
I'm pulling niggas limbs off
With
you what I do.
I chop it down.
Stones and sticks.
I chop it down.
Yeah, brick by brick.
I chop it down.
Do it just like this.
I chop it down.
'Til your
hopes and everyone's
Anyone worth a minute of your time,
When unhampered by the agents,
Of the governors of the faceless so opaque,
As bare tree's
the bug and by the bug I mean the liquor I drink
And granny told me that the foot work was deep in our genes
So imma work
When I touch down in Mexico my
Verse 1 Here I am - just look at me,
I can swing from tree to tree!
Grab a branch and off I go,
Up and down and to and fro!
Chorus Ooo, ooo, ooo!
the tree on me (spark it up)
Got the racks on me (count it up)
They don't know
We in the SRT (start it up)
Got the tree on me (spark it up)
Got the racks
and then I took two more
I was out the window cause by now they were right at my door
I took three shots and then I laid
They rushed in shooting so I
to three degree from V-O-P and N-C-C-V
And send me up a hub to a state facilities
What could I do but sneak, burn a tree
Or tobacco leaf
Or wait until my
everything that you do
Round three round for you the truth
I know you don't want me to go
But right now I gotta leave we been down this road before
(Jiggy
by daylight
Watch for street lights, then it starts again
Before you let yourself go
Down that road, down that road
Before you go
Down that road, down
know and they don't have a clue
What the Emerald Loom can do
So, there I was, high in the tree
While the others were down there laughing at me
I found
down, hands down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word
Time
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
an oak tree
Refresh the rap game, disinfect it like O3
You know me, your paesano from the Hartford south
Will I ever make it in this music shit that's hard
me
The hot Apache red who burn down your chief teepee
You see me?
One two three, Mos Def and Talib Kweli
We came to rock it on to the tip-top
Remember what I said
I meant it
Baby you don't wanna play with me
Cause I got more love
Than a giving tree
Meet me at a quarter to three
You'll be by my
since three
I done stood through all the four seasons like a tree
Feel like I got the power of the sun up in my leaves
Ima Hop out when I wanna, in
the Summer or the Winter cause it ain't no thing
And ever since I first came round
Side by Side, We'd throw down
We came here to this here place
To serve you
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