Lyrics:
they don't even wanna
Get out the projects, and buy a house on Washatona
Fresh gotta Burben, pearl white with T.V.'s
My clique ain't hurtin, haul
When the cat
Starts a new day
Singing songs
To a Blue Jay
Drinking tea
In a garden by the street
Infused with daises on a tree
Both are hiding in
Chickens on me, ain't no Popeyes
Heard he want some beef, okay I'm pullin' up with five guys
Hear me fly by, off this dope boy I be sky high
You can
just like the 8-key
I create divisions like space bars when you press me
I'm like a hooker with her period Fucking with me gets messy.
V3
Competition
by the train tracks
Wish that we could do this forever
Five roses
Five roses
Paradise lost, looking at the cross
Been there so long, think
"Certainly you may my friend"
But I never saw that book again
But he's made up for it since that day
With all the cool vibes he's sent my way
But he fucked up
voice
Said, “Come here to the winder.”
Then he hand me five dollars.
“Stick this in your poor mama's purse.”
“Did you take it?” I asked
With the candor
I saw you pull up in the drive
And I saw all them Cartier bracelets
Oh she let it shine with the Louis V
on her anklet
I let her come inside
For
Uh, we be goin' for hours and hours
Texting my phone everyday by the hour
You deserve the world, I'ma give your flowers
Can we just keep it low
and I'll do you for that reason (no you don't)
12 is no joke, I'll bring wreck through the seasons (no you don't, motherfucker)
All the men, killed ten,
split you
Rip through tissue
Raps most dangerous, ravenous
I'll leave the booth covered with remains of shit
Put the four-five blitz on the dot six range
Beach (the town by the sea where niggas know me).
Coming from the East Side...
You're fucking with The Pound, oh nigga please,
see-O-B.'s can't
with us shawty before you get attached to Nicholas
Reconciled I live my life through my good energy
Purposes don't look at me you cannot face me
After
as soon as you release your new album im goin to kill myself becasue I hate you
Yo what the fuck is wrong with you pick up the goddamn phone, I think im
when I send for ya,
Bring friends wontcha?
I'm from the 80's NYC 5 percent of culture,
Breeze through with that old school blue malaroma,
Wrist
Hold this piece of glass
Up to the light comin' through the door
It's a prism glass i found on the road
Can you see that little rainbow
Well it's not
get paid, speak how I feel
I wake up, murder, death, kill
Stop me by the ATM
I'm about to withdraw five thousand
Little nigga never seen five thousand
They're hoping we divide
If you with me you aligned
Both been through some trippy Highs
Now we see where we reside
Forget the 9 to 5
All my funds flippin
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Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?
[Lil' Kim]
She called me by my government name, Kimberly
Who sent you?
[Lil' Shanice]
My mom sent me; her
we was deep in park
Like how you gone finish if you never start
A man in the water surrounded by sharks
I Don't know her name but she moving her body
and not know why
Yo we spray you with ambition like an inner drive by
Feel the pain of my rain when I snatch the sun out your sky
Thinkin you fly, signin
You know what the vibe is Eddie Scissor Handz
The way I ride through the "X"
In a city that don't rest
We ready for what's next
Thank God that I'm
of the morning that passes by through my window
Another child is born, another dies, and still the wind blows
Spin slow, drawn into strong voice of reason
Smock?
SMOCK
May I remind you that since we are traveling at a rate of Walk Factor III, that our collision with that turkey, thirty-eight seconds ago,
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