Sunday driving past your own hall of fame It's closed on weekdays, shut for good Pick out no one when you're talkin' Felt like rattlesnakes were walkin
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nails grow long, you get gray skin May this nigga rest in peace, Amen I run with brave men, straight out the housin', we wildin' Names engraved in the pavement
yeah this is hip-hop baby i'm gonna take you to the tip top baby and tell your girl that the tickets is out and we gonna do this till they kicken us out
It Feel Like I Got Beef Cuz I Ain't Sleep In A Week And I Ain't takin a Step Outta Of My Door With Out That Heat I Think Somebody Trynna Do Me Somethin
Bear I'm Lovie Smith with the vocals lord i'm so focused more focused than I ever been so slightly passed em, like the letter "n" it's DC, black jeans, black
On that, milk chick, watch me damage your acoustics The Muddy Waters be blowin' your tape recorders Pull out the four niggaz steppin' like they on a Nordic track Cool out black
out to Craig, he's some other kind that made it I don't know my profession yet quite But one day I'm gonna get signed Just write the check I'm out here
In a white room with black curtains Near the stations black roof country No gold pavements tired starlings Silver horses ran down moonbeams In your dark
volumes before I say a word I'm everywhere, penthouse, pavement and curb Cradle to the grave, talk'll lead you on a shell Universal ghetto life holla black
cali-co You look like a asshole, full of shit Niggaz sure to get hit, when my fo-fo spit Black shirt, black jeans, black boots, black whip Black mask, paif of black
stuff daily Hey hooray bless the tray, Lord save me Take one for you, two for me, son pay me 89 seven set and let out crazy Cafe open 1:30 in the a.
a source of heat near my feet I'm so weak I pass in and out of sleep Flashes of light blotches of color I yell out for help but it's drown out by weather
point) Mayday, they say that he?s gone berserk Sometimes, when I wanna shut out this world Wanna rip up this page Wanna pour out this heart Wanna get
Never half-assed, always live and direct On bitches try to punk smell, the panty and raw sex Mad lights I had to black out, when fake niggaz act out Or step out
, no we're never failing it Intelligent? No doubt Hip-Hop? We're not selling it out, we're just lettin' it out If you're checkin' us out this hour,
muggin', steady thuggin' And I'm tryin' to find the hoodrat's all about fuckin' Still loked out All my dawgs from the past, dead or smoked out Still
who locked up Who snitchin', who pitchin' and who knocked up Fuck niggas in Black Wall Street I trust Black hoodies and black Asics standin' on the pavement
