Lyrics:
Solo grabbing that baretta
He'll solve em
Don't know why you running through my city
Man, you ain't fit
Just worried, when you around
I got a bullet with
everybody dyin', no lying
So don't you get suspicious
I'm Big Dangerous you're just a little vicious
As I leave my competition, respirator style
Climb
came 2 rock, Dynamite!
Hook1; Nic-key
I'm so serious,
Like a Silver Black Guerilla
Don't get curious,
Get too close, I just might kill ya
cbout my
the one
Cause you feeling so damn right
When you right here by my side
Don't know how long I'll survive
Without you here in my life
I keep calling your
hands so I can see ya
Lord knows if I spot ya
I'll do anything to keep ya
Treat ya
Like a king I always saw you to be be
Done dishing gold up out my
you screaming my name up
I'm relieving ya pain
Not the reason to blame hun
I was One with the art
Withdraw a lot from the banks, But
By the Tellers
All the money in this world
Why you don't get you none
Folks tryna battle just for fun
But they don't got the funds
Diarrhea shitting on my opps
I
older than me-
So you know Imma G
They say money don't grow on a tree-
But I think they all dumb
Cause I been, rakin it in when the fall come
I told my
times, but it's seven today
Ludacris in the back of your Chevrolet
Ah, ah, what's my name?
So magical I come and touch the game
You motherfuckers
to share my perffect world
gotta find them on the block searching for that good ma
take to her to the club with me and v.i.p. we poppin by
shoe fan lets know
Mr. VA 'bout to set it off
Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know
Well my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps
Mr. VA 'bout to set it off
Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know
Well my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps
[Swizz Beats]
1-2 1-2.
I need all my real niggaz to stand up.
All you fake ass niggaz fall back.
It's a problem.
Philly stand up!
[CHORUS (Swizz
Kareem, I'm slidin' with Bri
Got water on the way, this shit from overseas
Ayy, bitch named Alicia, her daddy got keys
Say she don't suck dick
I'ma gеt up
make Kash Doll wanna ice me out (Mwah)
Have Alicia pushin keys for me
Delicious rollin' weed for me (Mwah, mwah)
Babe, how I love you (Love you)
Do
And that's why your sitting there by the telephone
And you know that she ain't going to call you!
So you put on the TV and you're watching Johnny Carson
Chorus x2:
I don’t need to count the stacks 100 bands on me
I don’t need to be the man keep my plan low key
You need to understand get your hands off me
Slice, roast those big boys
Banks don't matter you will be destroyed
Up and down the rap world goes
The radio rotation dominated by your flow
But I'm
on a beat
That's dinner that you giving me
My songs on the radio
Everybody feeling me
Wanna see a grammy on my shelf
Make it out the bottom by myself
Do these
spit in a rhyme's face
So name the time, place
To battle, b-, I'm still in that mind state
Don't make me step on you and make you wine grapes
Cry
You get them LL Cool J coolin' systems
Made that final maneuver to 8 Mile and Hoover
And somehow I saw my future is in this that's how I know my
miscarriage
Yea
We will meet at the top to niggvs who cut me off
God can't you hear when people calling my name
To the top they want me there
When is my time?
"You gotta be down with me"
You replied by saying, "I know"
"Girl I gave you two keys"
You replied by saying, "I know"
One for my heart and place
You
me, now it's all pictures
How you mad when I play my position
Man got a role, don't want stand in it
Hell if I know what you planning with him
Love
Discuss these you dont know my name radio edit 2 by alicia keys Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In