Lyrics:
the one) through the thick and thin (be patient)
Oh, go by the water, we will (don't rush)
Be there 'til the morning
We won't leave until the night (it's
the one) through the thick and thin (be patient)
Oh, go by the water, we will (don't rush)
Be there 'til the morning
We won't leave until the night (it's
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah!
Welcome to the M.I.C Mixtape niggaz!
Volume two!
We back niggaz!
Oh yeah, by the way, y'all know what my motherfuckin' name is
know the name of the game, yo' bitch chose me
Nigga, we can handle this like some gentleman
Or we can get into some gangsta shit
(Well what's up
know the name of the game, yo' bitch chose me
Nigga, we can handle this like some gentleman
Or we can get into some gangsta shit
(Well what's up
of the great unknown
I had to get out and roam
I'll keep on driving til there's no more highway
I'll keep on runnin' til I'm done
I'll keep
all get bruises
But we all get healed
Dear Suzanne
We rise again
It's never pretend
Love is real til' the end
Tears fell down
We all fall down
We all
paper
There should be the real nigga Grammys
Where we buy Rollies and
Treat them like trophies
You'll never understand me
You ain't come where I come
scooby doo,
And guess what, America, we love you
'Cause you rocked and a rolled with so much soul,
You could rock 'til a hundred and one years old
I
bitch that lied
a little time ticked by, my ho and I got rocked
my lady waking me up yelling Treach, Pac got shot
soon as I get there I find Afeni
rainin' hund'eds all around your atmosphere
(It'd be easy) you can build a mansion sky high
'Til can't nobody see the roof when they drive by
But
ninety-nine and a half just won't do, stand by me
Hey, hey, if its real, what you feel, come on and stand by
Don't you stop 'til we get to the top, hey,
nigga
(yeah, ayy)
We ain't scared of the cops, my nigga
(yeah, ayy)
Bottles gon' get popped, my nigga
(yeah, ayy)
Party 'til they call the cops, my nigga
get
Then you can see me flyin in the Bentley cockpit
Lox and B-I, hold our grica down for years
Gang not, but we been had our black tears
Niggaz under
we have is just a game
Oh, I’ll never let you go, come here girl
Just got to make sweet love
‘til the break of dawn
I don’t want the sun to shine
I
charge of the weapons
Hit from verandahs and do our thing unexpected
So we plan a plot with an Uzi and ten shot
Buck 'em 'til they all drop, circle
In collectin' cream
A made nigga, Picture me dyin' in the blaze
Or gunfire will not retire 'til I'm paid
Turn the bass up high
When we ride, we fly by
even have to say it
Baby wanna stop and play it
Rewind that, pop and grind that
You'll find that
A woman like yourself can't
Keep cumin' by yourself
Get
Mama cfrica the world is in your hands
Theres beauty in the seasons and there's beauty where you stand
We love to see the animals that crawl around
this young big tawny bitch
Who wish to be queen for a day?
Who would sacrifice the great grandsons
An' daughters of her jealous mother?
By suckin' their
livin poor
Got me thinkin on a made level
Shootin my gauge to get paid
A fuckin crazed devil
Mad shit from here to there
Day by day
Year
line so we had to subtract 'em
We keep it real, while ya'll counterfeit
Throw a glass when I can't, then a sign ya get
We gon do ya like a pound we
But that's A-Ok!
And I might be an angry gay
But there's some sacrifice that we Have to Make
If we wanna make a yummy ass/cum Milkshake
Til then
I'll be
Face clean though my hands dirty
I take three flip it a bit and get you seein' a thirty
C'est la vie, nigga relax
Lil weed for the whole team so we
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