Lyrics:
em across(??) from New York down by your Virginia
Ticklin you around Delware before I enter
Turn to seduction from face hips to feet
A wiggle
and im crunk/But the
sign say 'Name' cause you could get jumped and dumped
on stomped by these country ass niggas down hea/Where
my real niggas at?/Drink
track (Running track)
Count up stacks; Count up racks (Rack)
So much money break her back
By the Chakuzi tryna relax
Bout outta house don't need tax (Aye)
out now!
Yo! 7,6,5,4,3,2,1
I'm on the microphone, got you hot like the sun
So a 1,2,3 now I'm waiting on the 4
Kick down the door and turn it up
And I'm kickin down doors, score with a metaphor
With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks
Beware of the rampsack
With my knapsack raps and my funky
that, turn the clock back, when I walk back, yea that's it
Star track at your door mat, leave you dormant like a bitch
If you gawk at me wont gawk back,
down by the riverside
Sound check, I'm ready, get set (Ohoh ohoh)
Spotlights on and I feel that I'm (Ohoh ohoh)
That I'm back on track, back on track
I'd come whistling down your track crashing in your door
Wish I was a freight train baby
Wish I didn't have a heart
You need a shovel for the coal just
more,
I leave footprints in fours, two for bi-peds, two more to break the door
Practically caress the utterings of crushed by drudgery brothers
to burn down the bridge
She might want to come back
One, two, three, four!
Your mind's set on leavin'
To a house down a one way street
Say you're
I changed the lock on my front door so you can't see me anymore
And you can't come inside my house, and you can't lie down on my couch
I changed
I changed the lock on my front door so you can't see me anymore
And you can't come inside my house, and you can't lie down on my couch
I changed
your break so I can check around
See who the hell who is sitting down
I want all chairs off the floor
And if he stands to the wall, show him the door
The place might be a moment
A memory
A trauma
An ecstasy
All of these make us all up
This is where we all come from
Track three: where are we
Notice, look
One banye, two banye, three and four
White chalk in the air
Black blood by the door
One banye, two banye, three and four
Tell your friend step back
marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain
Boom boom boom boom
Boom boom boom boom
The ants go marching three by three
Hurrah hurrah
The ants go
by wild boys you won't get up no never
Do anything for each other no matter the measure they roll together
I dedicate this track to Richard Kyte
like Bud but that cost little nigga
Pop a perc now I'm in the zone like two, three chopper stick knock a nigga down like Bruce Lee
Popping shit, walkin'
knockin' at my door
Knock knock, who's there?
Bruh, you should've seen her
Foxy little mami named Regina
She was pushin' a cherry red beamer
Three series
said "Before the sheriff comes I wanna tell you," Said "Listen boy
Learn to hoist a jack and learn to lay a track learn to pick and shovel too
And take
creeping by my door? (Knock knock)
Speakers knocking blowing backs
Steady know we ripping tracks
Tonikaku with the Stacks
This is how they gonna react, yuhh
Working on these tracks every day n night
Working everyday so i can get it right
Working on these tracks every day n night
Working on these tracks
mom hollers
He giggles and continues to run around and around the train track
Big sister Judy peeks out of her bedroom door to see what all the noise is
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another
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