Lyrics:
back blood
Holla at em Hov
[Jay-Z]
I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Notia, Myrtle and Park
Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
That's why
Shots in the spinal, from my rivals
Cross the t's and dot the i's and
Pay the judge, drop the top we'll mess around
Shit, it's the kid rapper's
up by courthouse
And I'd try a little bit of your honor on
"You understand that, you hillbilly?
Who gonna collect my welfare?
Pay for my
saviors
Doing me favors by blowing my brain away
In order to mend me, to bend me
To get me whole with my soul and fucking end me
And as I slide away
From
Off with his head-off with his head
Off with his head-off with his head
We gave you way too much
Did you really think that you'd be safe
Oh
We got lost
don't deserve me, and you're not worthy
And I won't let you pull me in
Because I know you're gonna win
(The war is over) but the war is over (the war is
Mike Dizzle you a fool fa dis one
Rest in peace to Pimp C you'a G to me
Corey Miller and that Chad Butler pullin' kick doors
(Live by the trigger,
off the pedestal
I'd even look for my dad that I never knew
And show him how I look in my beretta, too
I'd do good shit like take kids from the ghetto
And my cousin was a snake
They come in all
Different types of shapes
My brother was a square
But my co d was a grape
The other one was blood
But the other
Couple years gone by, we gotta elevate
Cause the Flaws got us all in a mental state
My nigga just told me he got 3 bad bitches
I said to him, "your
g see bm see g see d d
If you want to get it on this way you'd better get a clear head hey, hey
In days gone by it was a diseased rye,
They burned
That's my bro
I'm never switching sides
I don't ever judge by looks
I only judge by what's inside
That's my bro
I'm never switching sides
Tell 'em I
grave my head will be high,
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
There's been rumors of war and wars that have been
Blowing big weed, I'm high like a skyscraper
LA nigga in a New York state of mind
When I rhyme verses like Cool J back in '85
I'm hot lava gold d's on my
bizarre
I know what
Your cravings are
Though I won't be
Your come up
There are no hoes
In my savings jar
I just find it so odd
With unemployment you
Have no
assassinate my character, I'd fight O'Dogg
Still gotta pay my bills, plus my life real scarred
I'm the judge, ima bang that law
And I ain't wrong, im the light
tryna get by
Yeah my wings spread but I ain't worried about being fly
So now I just glide and let God be my guide
Wit' my head to the sky
Ima enjoy
I got kicked out for conduct
Jail by fifteen
Who'd you think writ me?
First letter from Mum, second from Sonya
"Dear Justin, I ain't gonna judge
of
his God. Lately though, he had been visited by many
temptations in his dreams. Promises of pleasure,
riches and power raced through his sleeping mind.
I’ll air a nigga out, bitch
Idgaf throw them diamonds in my mouth, bitch
Idgaf I don’t plan to see a drought, bitch
You niggas want war? I sharpen my
made it
Straight to the top there we heading
I been Getting To my prime that's optimal
Cuz I've been bumble bee
By the way that I put in work
But these
everything I said
Judge me by my cover you'll miss everything I said
I can't stop these thoughts that keep on going through my head
I can't stop these thoughts
raced as he walked in the door
And took an empty seat next to her at the bar
"My brand new car is parked right outside
How'd ya like to go for
raced as he walked in the door
And took an empty seat next to her at the bar
"My brand new car is parked right outside
How'd ya like to go for a ride?"
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