Lyrics:
And after this song is over you got 12 minutes left
You are out manned out number the shells
Come by the hundred
Sparks flying light up the sky followed by
think, now why don't you get out those pants
(No, people are saying that you guys cannot make it again)
You know what, maybe we can't, why don't you take
Balls, balls, balls
Balls, balls, balls
You'll never touch my
Catch me if you can but you ain't man enough
You're standin' tough
But you know
a robbery in progress
Lunatics about to steal the show
(Ayy, where are you guys from again?)
From the S T-L, M-O, 3-1-4 call the cops
(why?) I see a robbery
tears fall for all you've done, trying to be a good father to your only son
But now who's gonna make sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back
initially
Officially love and lust
Accompanied by misery
So obsessed with company
Watchin' how you move, how you walk
Where your compass be
Even when you move
sweat, and tears
It took plenty of my years
But now it face me
Aye, lookin' at em now I'm sticking out my tongue
'Cuz I'm praised by they sons
I got my
We fallin' from the moon (now)
We wanna just go back
Tracks are born from my gears and wheels
I'm ready for war!
Focus you on the sound
You keep dirty
to fast track
Mastricht tax on rats to cashback
Silly billy rilly though you owe
'em a grand son
Best flex them pecks and
Pretend you're handsome
I'm
ears to list
Nigga P where you headed it's time to pass kids
(What's the kids be doin' yo)
Kickin' rhymes that's true lies
Let me break 'em down
that East and West crap
From Watts to LeFrak, it ain't where you're from, it's where's your gat
It's hard to analyze which guys are spies
Be
the alarm, ducking the Dodge
and movin the fuckers through the tracks so the beats all wrong
Now I'm movin at a fast pace
(Will the cops catch P?) huh man no
the gauntlet of the Sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine
And now you ask that I should watch the red man's race be slowly crushed?
What kind of words
on tracks like sample packs we'll show em
Send you that but give me dap and maybe you can smoke one
I've been around for a while man and like your old son
I
Bo, Bo, Bo
You used to do comedy when you felt like being funny
But now, you're contractually obligated
So dance, you fucking monkey
Dance,
back and just laugh but still
Wonder where we would be if you were real
Wonder how we could've grew if you chilled
Now that's a done deal and your fate
My niggas, this Coka
It?s Crackology 101, nigga
I breed you niggas, my sons
The penalty is death and I'm inflictin' the torch
And the best
from blessing your name
Just
Just because you are my God
Look, I'm certainly not the most
Holy or educated Christian in here by far
But I got the sense
the trinches that's where y'all niggas scared to come at
Where all the guns at
Where my shorties flip them ones at
That's where my son's at
You speak of war but
Living Nightmares
Can’t Go
Night Night,
Get Blindsided
By The Spotlight,
Feelings Change
Over Money,
If You Feel
With Your Mind,
(Where Ya Heart?)
You
a thread
Don't you push me off the edge, girl
Hook -
Where are you now
I'm looking for you
I'm looking for you
Where are you now
I'm looking for
Three shots upon the sky
Three bluebirds flying by
Three sons remind me why
I ended up in Crown Heights
Where's my confidence?
You know you
raisin' the stakes
Mom I made you a promise, it's no more section 8
When we ate its the steaks, now our section is great
Cause that's the level I'm at,
She keep asking where we going
We gone be there in a minute
I'm a top notch player you can tell by my demeanor
They open up the doors
When we go
Tony
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