Lyrics:
Garth Brooks,
Keep it off the hook,
Make the world feel the touch,
Y'all doin' too much,
Sayin' y'all can see us,
Its like this hear,
I rock a party
'em out
Can you hear the bells?, I hear bells, can you hear the bells?
We hear the bells, yo the B the O the B the B the Y
The D the I the G the I
Yo, yo
By my area code, you know I'm able to roll
I'm a Brook-Nam nigga, we locked and low
Dodge y'all, my hungry niggas spot y'all
Ready to bury
people singin the hook
Got bitches buggin like how niggas be wild in the brook
Look, we street niggas, while you live by the book
Funny nigga, ain't no
Fi-Di-Di-Di-Dan
Get Em By The Hundred I Aint Talkin Bundles Eitha
Love That Wite Girl, I Got Jungle Fever
[Slick Pulla:]
Ok, Its Blakanomiks Me N Fab Gon Skool Ya
of the microphone,
"Rough enough to break New York from Long Island"
It's for y'all niggas
And the streets just a couple of miles East of Mecca
Where peeps touch
Formed through the years on the bank of the brook
Washed by its babbling flow
Nestled in sand
I soaked up the sun
My edges were polished and honed
In
to the opps, y'all niggas tricking on y'all lives and shit
Big teeth and end up in the casket, make 'em slide again
Went in for another bond but he got denied
long cause that shit right there
Equals failure
That's why
That's why
You're the reason that
You got me
Yeah you got me
I'm still inspired by all
at the muhfuckin crib
Im digging her guts and her walls
I think that's why she call
I think that's why she call yeah
I think that's why she call
I think that's why
but fuck it why shouldn't I
'Gini with the top off, why wouldn't I
I was tought by the streets so how couldn't I
See right pass niggas like BIG's
Uh, huh, GZA, uh, RZA, uh
Listen, if y'all can spit, we can spit, please get it together
'cause anything you can do, I can do better
Your imagine
got the somali, rolls on my mind
[Geechie Suede]
In france I dance by the moon
Sailin' from cancun, steamin' vega's lace
Limpin' with some
thing, light skin
Niggaz will body over her like fuck it
With a scar by her left eye
Her brother Alex was extremely close, he sold coats and minks
Had
the mass that
Hackensack, highway to holly for this cashmere
Satin pro, got the somali, rolls on my mind
In France I dance by the moon
Sailin' from
[Geechie Suede]
In france i dance by the moon
Sailin' from cancun, steamin' vega's lace
Limpin' with some delegates that put me on
Capridi scarf around
outta yourself, by assumin
(YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the mics up)
Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
(Turn that shit all the way up,
to those fooled by the digits
If you got beef, come and pay me a visit
It seems, y'all just be paying for streams
Schemes, you should be stacking not
Why won't you lie?
Why won't you lie?
Why won't you lie?
Oh that's weird
You're gettin' by
But there will be a time
When the truth will have no
I don't know why the sky is blue
I don't know why I write these tunes
But with a vibe like this
I'm a climb these cliffs
So I'll be there for you
Uh, huh, GZA, uh, RZA, uh
Listen, if y'all can spit, we can spit, please get it together
'Cuz anything you can do, I can do better
Your imagine
on and on and on to the next
This is why I'm here
I'm More by the ounce
I been sent
To give you more by the pound off the strength
I was not born so you put the shade across
start flashin' tits
I put on for my section, I'm the reason South Brooklyn lit
Scratch that, I'm the reason y'all even know South Brooklyn exists
Once I
recognition
Need a blue check by twitter name
Blok said no competition
And Swoope yelling out that we on the "Same Team"
Well if we all one body why I load
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