Lyrics:
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Til '87 graduation came and I wasn't with it
Kicked out the house at the age of 18
No money for college, mmm, how should I handle things?
I tried
the best
Therefore, hard to tell
You dropped me off by the dungeon
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
Now are these niggas in this house
for you and me
This town is our town, this town is free
So why are you acting like you own Eastleigh
You're buying up houses like Monopoly
But you're
saw Murphy's law
cfter all we're professionals
Hold emotions in and never let 'em go
No
Keep them inside, sit by the family's side
Second by second I
Bit em' with the VAT now chuck it in the mix
Invest and supply
Always on the grind
Take her for a ride but she playing kinda shy
Tell me what you like
I know consistency is key
But it's hard to stay consistent, when you're in the mix and consistently a G
I'm still dishin' out them keys, so I
camouflaging
As a youngin I lacked supervision
My pops wasn't present
My momma her dealings
She left for a minute
The streets fathered me and
Turned me
It's old love, I could see the eyes up above
watchin, waitin for me to slip
lose grip, opposition got me on their list
I get freshed by Jase
he threw
to Fight
Then I'mma run like I never Run before in my life
Can't change the laws
But I'm making it right
Run for it run for it run
Run for it run for it
One thousand different houses and Munchausen
I'ma make you wanna punch out some f- one
"Ouch, what the f- you hit me for?"
Screamed life as I
One thousand different houses and Munchausen
I'ma make you wanna punch out some fuckin' one
"Ouch, what the fuck you hit me for?"
Screamed life
Don't wanna be a player
I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not a player I just crush a lot
But me and Punisher still got what you're looking for
out
This suggestible weight, it choke me out
They gave me a loan and I had no clout
They gave me a house, for me and my spouse
Call my momma and my
Ladies Stnad A Chance?
I'm Cowboy And I'm Shockin The House
Ya Say, Ya Say 1, 2, 1 more is 3
And Melle Mel, Come On, Whatcha Got For Me?
To The Hip Hop,
[Luke]
Awwwwwwwww shit! Ha ha yeah! Luke Records in the motherfuckin'
House we gon' freestyle this thing for the 1993 yo yo...
Clayvosie in
would've had em
What we don't know is that it was
Eve and then it was Adam
And they gon hate me for that
But I'm flying high as Aladdin
And I told you
Moving
So I told you where I hang out
Ya got some sellin' then
Haller my name out
Remember man me an you
Runnin' up out the cain house
Nigga just for
up with Guru, of course
[Big Shug]
Young ladies, fly ladies, young ladies in the house
[Patra]
Bad, bad by law, you no say you're da numba one
The other day someone said I was fake
I nearly lost my mind i'm out on a grind
For what? I put in so much time for what?
The fame don't impress me
I'll still
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
between my lips
But the lil' homies always kept the endo lit
Too concerned for all my whereabouts
And houses that I lived
Robbing niggas in the struggle
We
lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory
You're Buzz Lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories
You boys bore me, that's why I'm hoggin'
thrill sticks
This girl will spit fire
Got me doing pirouettes over her guilt trip wire
I still skip by a land mine or two, see I've learned the landscape
up with Guru, of course
[Big Shug]
Young ladies, fly ladies, young ladies in the house
[Patra]
Bad, bad by law, you no say you're da numba one
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