Lyrics:
was fiesta.
I-I-I-I-I-I-I!
When he turned the light down low
he said, "Oh Miss Vickie, I, I want you so."
I was a forced, forced to remove myself
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept
is aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit
A price on his head, the tithes probably go
Philly where you make it out
But it's never safe in
Play this whenever you wanna play this
Call me George Bush cause I'm blowin'
Up when I'm with my clique
No Ceilings
(Mannie Fresh on the beat)
Fuck them folks up
Tell my bitches it's show time, tell my niggas it's go time
Sipping lean, I'm
What he talked about was the way he was
Going to handle his business when
He got out he said
He was going to make it bigger than ever
And that's what he
million stories, out there in the naked
City is a pity, half of y'all won't make it
Me, I got a plug, Special Ed, "I Got It Made"
If Jeezy's payin'
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
suede couch listening to mojo
(Snipe ya in the head from a tower,
Or chase ya naked ass clear out the shower)
(Finally catch ya on the block,
Take
all over the world say their prayers and go to sleep
Knowing that when they wake up, the little fat man with the long white beard
Will have stopped by
let me step up to bat
Attack a hit to go beyond this age of rap counterfeits
Out of the Heavens, August one, seven, sixty-nine
Born I, wonder why
refuses to stop.
Many many years later I heard Freezing Moon by Mayhem and these words jumped out:
the cemetery lights up again, eternity opens
and I say
It’s Christmas in St. Louis,
Christmas in St. Louis
There’s Christmas lights on the Arch,
There’ll be snow on the ground until March
From
diamond when she bails out (What)
Cutie pie, you're the reason why
Love you so, don't want you to go
Cutie pie, look me in my eyes
Get on the floor, baby
pumpkin like a jack-o-lantern
No need to hide behind the mask when you cover your pattern
Trapping out the haunted house like it's October 31st
Life was
But this my call by the false Prophet, all Prophet
Harlem hustle, I can't at all knock it
But you hard when you go in the Lords pocket
What you
walk home but this time it's gonna be tragic
What do you see when the lights go out
What do you hear when you fight the power
It's the reckoning hour
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
your palm
Close your eyes to see the stark
Look deep inside, what's the worst you'll find
(The truth is ready to awaken...)
Even if Earth is stormed by
take a lot to get her naked
She hate these hoes, she like hbo she never basic
She love the shotta don dada Clark leather laces
Clean out the wash, onto
take a lot to get her naked
She hate these hoes, she like hbo she never basic
She love the shotta don dada Clark leather laces
Clean out the wash, onto
Out in a flash
Sat in the pass
Pedal to the medal
Oh my god movin’ fast
Woah
Now we bout to light it up
And smoke
Why is your mind more open when your
Freddy Kreuger
Woah I walk up in the strip club buy
What I want then I go hey
I give all my hoes the green light
Them hoes call me no brakes
Walk up in
wanna hit the club but we’re standing outside
Bottle of patron make em understand me right
Shining like the light make them haters go blind
Gotta
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