Lyrics:
Needless to say, my favorite rappers told me to get on this track
And so I DID it, quickly wrote my sixteen down and SPIT it
By the end of the verse you'll
ain't got enough by the first of the month
Knock on the door goes 1, 2, 3
Cops always knock in threes on the glass
Blast through the window, light from
is like hangin' yourself at a.....
I know you thought I'd be locked up
Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now
Got up wit' JD doh', crazy
else wins the race
No, I give up, today is not my day
but then I take a deep breath and say
Calm down - when you're about to go crazy
Turn around -
Sin City
There's no turning back
Once Macka's on the track
I'm like Jack Frost
With a heatwave of new shit
(One, two, three, four...)
So back off as I
down to the ground to get out of the rain
Boom boom boom
The ants go marching three by three
Hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching three by three
a Porsche with only two doors,
need to upgrade cause you missin some
We just got two different bills, different styles, different sums
Started as a drive-by
hotel rooms so grand
And no one here knows what goes behind closed doors
Take a step back to the middle of the track
Don't you know it's rumoured all
girl face in my lap goin up and down
Miss Mary Mack all dressed in black
Let me hit it from the back when my tour Came to town
I'm the patty cake patty
the gold caps in my 8ths
Breaking right through the fuckin' door
Watch my 3rd eye flow
Indigo soul trapped in a body
Releasing like a shotty
Numerous counts
the N.Y.
It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly
He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from Timb
And wondered could some trill niggaz rock it with him
Shit
center stage
Next thing you know we got this call from the N.Y.
It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly
He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
Performed by adam sandler and kevin
Transcribed by big brother.
[typing sounds]
Dr. stewart: hi, [i'm] dr. stewart.
Gary phelps: hi, dr. stewart.
your own track
Fame, knocked on my door again
Not again, not again no, not again, not a-gain
Pride, won't stop getting in my way
It gets in my way, it
Take it by storm now they see the flame
Way up we go we don't live the same
Way up we go and we takin' names
Way up
Way up
We came from Down Low now we
or
Other rudeboys from E5, E8, E15 and E13 or
N13 or W3 or SW9 and SE3 or
The way I get down on the track's too real
You're looking for the top boy? yeah
folks
But she's everything to me
Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
Oh Monty, Monty, Monty, I am walking down your hall
God
And get mental
Pop the track eight track lincoln contniental
I'm the mouth that roared
Swore to the Lord
The eye of hawk
Both live and die by
played drums
And I hummed the sax
And the wind whistled down
The railroad tracks
Hey three for a quarter
One for a dime
I'll bet it's tomorrow
By Rocky
a catalyst
Cause that’s dutch doggie, already a classic bitch
Ay, 3 musketeers, 3 advocates
For free we back at it, it's fantastic
No four, kicking in the door
on and on and last long
Every time I hear this song, this song
I will be played deep brown, the place teared down
Dangerous on the door, seen it all before
Coats
to make it through them trenches
Sit a nigga down like detention
Living out dreams I wrote
Grocery Bag, I Tote
Bringing in bread by the loaf
Man I get
been hitting these tracks all night
I been smoking this fire take flight
T3ddy up this sky mile high
I'm in first class got my first bag
Yea I got mine
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