Close your weary eyes and drift away, It's alright Close your weary eyes and drift away, It's alright {{Napolean}} When I got the news, my heart dropped down
It Down (Ohh Ohh Ehh!) Yeah That?s It (4x) [Verse 2: Pusha-T] Pusha, Re-Up Trend setter who been better than I Comin through in the slim leathers that?s followed by
test I said its not a test nigga its not a test Got my teflon on wrapped around my chest I do it tha best ya heard I do it tha best Tuck da nine by
give you eight months for a burner, it's goin' down Why they sellin' niggaz, CD's for under a dime? If it's all love daddy why you come wit' your nine
Cut the music up, please Yeah, I should never leave hip-hop Controlled by my two hands, they go tik-tok Around the clock, yes, it's my time, my throne
of Atlanta by sundown Rollin' 'cross the Georgia state Had motor trouble it turned into a struggle Half way 'cross Alabama The 'hound broke down left
shape I'm in Has anybody seen my lady This livin' alone would drive me crazy Oh, you don't know the shape I'm in I'm gonna go down by the water But
Raleigh and on across Caroline We stopped in Charlotte to by-pass Rockhill We never was a minute late We were ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown
for the Bronx This rap shit probably never would be going on So tell me where you from? Uptown, baby, uptown, baby We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby We gets down
'll pay that I love your mom and everythin' See I ain't the one who laid down She wanna rip you up Start a custody war, my lawyer stay down She never
to sweat Hittin' somersaults without the net But this'll be the year that we won't forget One, Nine, Nine, Nine Anno Domini Anything goes Be what you
Monday Took her for a drink on Tuesday We were making love by Wednesday And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday, we chilled on Sunday Break it down, break it down
's always forward, I'm movin' Never backwards stupid here's another classic C notes is fallin' from the sky, by now the credits roll They're starrin' Nas, executive poet, produced directed by
around comes around my nigga And what goes up it must come down my nigga The soldiers found below the ground my nigga Just hold it down we older now
class, could perspire out ya And of course I've been the boss since back when Rocking D Boy, Fila, velour in a 190 black Benz Now they shut down the
o He grabbed the great goose by the neck And he threw a duck across his back And he didn't mind the quack, quack And the legs all dangling down-o, down-o, down
around I ain't takin' no shit This time around I never get bit This time around I switched up my flow Got rid of the pits and put rots by the do' This
like the Lil' Rascals Puttin dinosaurs inside of figure fours, rip you with nine inch claws Chasin {motherfuckers} through malls, and clash in halls Beatin {motherfuckers} through walls, stompin through floors and jumpin down