Lyrics:
flipped it
Hit a lick, paid cash, said nothin', pimp shit
All of this was around spring eighty one
I was in the life and had a good three year run
Anyway,
gettin' jewels
I tell em' big up, big up! It's a stick up
Stick up! I stick and move!
And that's how we do
So IU, grab the gat and let loose
Yo, rat tat
in to it for the money?
This music shit isn't the land of milk and honey
We've been working 2 years still ain't stroke it lucky!
Oh this shit is so
thought, from a dog on top
We been nuts
There was a fool who thought we was new to this
But who knew this would end up, a glow stick in a uterus
That's light
blind you like Spit did to Ramo
(Through the dirt) And edit the clip and lost Kano
My mens wear problems like Timbs
See it all in they face, ask Mase,
Vibes getting litty in the section
Lethal with the stick like lethal weapon
Life you know we can not edit
Run it up and make these niggas jealous
repeat, it won't
This is the good thing
We can edit all this
In the actual CD recor-
He meant to play the track again
Yeah, yeah, yeah
But you all
maybe I should run it back....wait, no, no no no no.
Maybe we'll do politics? You guys like politics? politics? you like that right?
[Politics]
Ritch
better run for your life!
Hide your kids, hold your wife---its true crimes better tuck your ice!
Clutch your purse and stash your cash---its true crimes
never let them tell you that we all are the same
i know its not right to be awake this late
but i prefer the night i dont really like the day
and i wish
Stick it up like it's a highway robbery
True gangstas, we run New York City
We come fi takeover the industry
'Cause you know them have fi too 'fraid of we
popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, walkin' it, spit boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this shit's hoppin'
And drip-droppin' in
Find you
You can't run
You can't hide
We gone find you
It's gone be a homicide
When we find you
You can't run
You can't hide
We gone find you
It's
nobody be checking for you
Must we remind again, must you rewind again
I'm off three Heinekens, and this shit is effortless too
I done stepped on your
just because you know
I got it it's because of me that
We're eating right up in this bitch don't
Stretch it by asking for a lawyer
And shit" That's
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes
Brothers are amused by
Yo I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battlin'
Middle Passages, I can't go back again
Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies
affliction though they may hurt me
I do preach wrath but I speak on mercy
And grace by faith, you can call me churchy
Run, this is your race, boy. Run, don't
Came in
We living the life when the bass hit
Had to stick with the clique but that's basic
Got the haters we had and replaced 'em
Yeah
Chase it
We
with the bullshit like twenty three
Forgiatos on the V
V twelve on the truck's
Stay down run it up
This hard work ain't no luck
The Greek freak
The way I
DRUNK IT
Theme: Doing something great by getting slightly drunk that you normally couldn't or wouldn't do.
Verse
I checked her out at the bar out
to defend
Man, a tran got to fake it to win
I've been straight like 6 o'clock
We're not gon' have this conversation again
I'm rapped out
I doubt he know
now, son, until you take a hit
And you won't find the beat until you lose yourself in it
That's why we won't back down
We won't run and hide
Yeah,
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
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