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[Chorus:]
You're all that I need, I'll be there for you If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real witchu Loving your whole schemes, it be in there boo On top of that you got the good power-U [Verse One:] Check it out Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me For real girl, it's me in your world, believe me Nuttin make a man feel better than a woman Queen with a crown that be down for whatever There are few things that's forever, my lady We can make war or make babies Back when I was nuttin You made a brother feel like he was something That's why I'm with you to this day boo no frontin Even when the skies were gray You would rub me on my back and say "Baby it'll be okay" Now that's real to a brother like me baby Never ever give my pussy away and keep it tight aight And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live In a fat ass crib with thousands of kids Word life you don't need a ring to be my wife Just be there for me I'm a make sure we Be livin in the fucking lap of luxury I'm realizing that cha didn't have to fuck with me But cha did now I'm going all out kid And I got mad love to give, you my nigga [Chorus 2X] [Verse Two:] I got a love jonz for your body and your skin tone Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own No need to shop around you got the good shit at home Even if I'm locked up North you in the world Rockin three-fourths of cloth never showin your stuff off, boo It be true me for you that's how it is I can be your Noah you can be my Wiz Then I can be your Sun, you can be my Earth Resurrect the God through birth Best believe [Chorus 2X] |
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| 3:25 | ||||
Yeah.. sendin this one out.. to my man Killa B
No doubt indeed.. without weed.. knowhatI'msayin? That old real shit.. There's a war goin on outside no man is safe from from these streets that we done took You could run but you can't hide forever You walkin witcha head down scared to look You shook cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town It's similar to Vietnam Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cop's control They better have the riot gear ready Tryin to bag me and get rocked steady by the mac one-double, I touch you and leave you with not much to go home wit My skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix of action if I'm not at home, puffin lye relaxin New York got a nigga depressed So I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess God bless my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to stroll And to the drama I built, and all unfinished beef You will soon be killed, put us together It's like mixin vodka and milk I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies with me and if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me Lord forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowin how to act or maybe it's the words from my man Killa Black that I can't say so it's left a untold fact, until my death I'm fallin and I can't turn back My goal's to stay alive Survival of the fit only the strong survive We livin this til the day that we die Yo, yo Survival of the fit only the strong survive We livin this til the day that we die (We still livin it) Survival of the fit only the strong survive (Thug life, we still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (We still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (we livin this til the day that we die) (survival of the fit only the strong..) [Havoc] When the dough get low the jewels go, but never that I'm trapped, in between two worlds, tryin to get dough y'know As long as fiends smoke crack I'll be on the block hustlin countin my stacks Five-oh lurkin, no time to get lost in -- the system No doubt, watchin my back and proceed with caution Niggaz usin fake names to get out quick My brother did it and got bagged with two ounces I-llegal world where squads hit the block hard Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up God But shit happens for a reason You can't find a shorty to troop your bid witchu You find out who's your true peoples when you're upstate bleedin Hit wit a 2 to 4 it's difficult Wild on the streets I try to maintain Tight with my loot, cause hoes like to run game I'm like a Jew, savin dough so I can big whip Some niggaz like to trick but I ain't wit that trickin shit Pushin a Lex, now I'm set, ready to jet No matter how much loot I get I'm stayin in the projects, forever Jakes on the blocks we out-clever If beef, we never seperate and pull together When worse comes to worse and my peoples come first Try to react and get them motherfuckin feelings hurt My crew's all about loot Fuck lookin cute, I'm strictly Timb boots and army certified suits Puffin L's, laid back, enjoyin the smell In the Bridge gettin down it ain't hard to tell You better realizeWe livin this til the day that we die (We still livin it) Survival of the fit only the strong survive We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (Thug life, we still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (We still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (the strong survive) (Thug life, we still livin it) Look in the eyes and get wise Hypnotic thug life, get that ass paralyzed Look alive, in ninety-five, word up Knahmsayin? Mobb Deep and all that |
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| 0:35 | ||||
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| 3:40 | ||||
Oh, fuck, you can't even sing.
Hey, baby, I like it rawww... Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!! Ooh, baby, I like it raww... Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!! Sh... Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay, Gimme the mic so I can take it away. Off on a natural charge, bon voyage Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad Wu-Tang Killerrr Bees on a swarm! Rain on ya dollar's ass, disco dorm! For you to even touch my skill, You gotta have the one Killer Bee and he ain't gonna kill. Now My producer slam, my flow is like bam! Chop that down, pass it all around! Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground! For any MC in any 52 states, I gets psycho killerrrr Norman Bates! My producer slam, sharp like bam! Jump on stage, and then I dun-daaaah! I like the way you come Hey, baby, I like it rawww... Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!! Ooh, baby, I like it raww... Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!! |
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| 2:10 | ||||
(Treach)
Fuck the toughest I'm danger-ous its rowdy motherfuckers are up and outty the roughest sucker plucker since they found me Openin' up a can of clash clicks six-packs of ass whips, pints and fifths of asses, burnt to ashes You've been spined, twisted, blistered and spun up in and lifted shit boy ya free paper bum it's called I got connections, like Poonanny to erections I saw selected sets son for my selection stretchin' sections etchin' and sketchin' to revive, reset and then set inspections for the wet ones to the next ones, yes one, step son and get one Comin' from behind is the line yours for a nine war Walk nigga mind yours, of crime wars will find yours The hot one will spot one, shock one and stop one Crews will conquer as tough as Tonka now I got one (Chorus) I got connections, huh, huh, no question, huh I got connections; I get that ass stuck like glue I got connections, huh, huh, no question, huh I got connections; I get that ass stuck like glue --> Method Man (Road Dawgs) State of shock, it's a greater plot that made us stop the thunder from with under will make the whole of cradle rock, hah Ken Boogie just hit me on the horn in California Born in Fort July Fourth you're sworn to bangin' and warrin' Road Dawgs you assume right first draft kick practic tactics of a great Western-type saloon fight Caution - courage what I bring when I approach this Punks stays focused notice devotions and commotion's of cruddy's corrosive Top gun and explosive motion East Coastin' deep throughout notions of all the shops I'm closin' (VinRock) Aiyyo, I play emcees like this I look 'em in the eye I know he's tense And I break him like a bitch so I know there's no defense So at night when I creep, only want 'em, while he's awake not asleep By the way all I seek all I keep, so don't sleep (Cruddy Click) Nigga what's the realest? Rap pillars got the power to blow up spots from here to the Watts Tower Niggas can feel us, do you wanna deal us? It be the illest in Naughty it takes a fool to learn that love don't love nobody My department be collections remember that Love Child got connections ain't no motherfuckin' question (Road Dawgs) I'm deep with a vicious vendetta Silence prospectors, objectors to my lectures constructed as architecture Expressions of terror shakin' cold fingers of fear careers I spear Prepare for a year full of nightmares (VinRock) Get 'em back and don't come near me When appraochin' me come sincerely I don't fear the others that don't like that I stack papers, yearly Merely mentioned men they don't come steppin' to Vin Anywhere I go, everywhere I flow I'm bringin' it back home to my twins and I got friends And friends don't let their friends drive drunk So I suggest you grab your friends before I go and pop my trunk And best believe I come correct so yo, WHAT YOU WANNA DO? (Chorus) I got connections; I get that ass stuck like glue --> Method Man (Interlude) Aiyyo what up nigga I here you the man now yo (Yo whattup my nigga you know I ain't the man but I got connections (right) for you what you need?) Yeah, yeah, yo, yo check this out I need you to handle a little something for me though on the real though (You know I might not can't slip and do that right now but I got somebody to come through) Nah, nah, nah, yo, yo I need you to take care of it man (Yo I put this on everything I love man, it's real sneaky, sister hood Females sneak up in here and come through (yeah) (Kandi Kain) 235 degrees and the mics about to be freezin' Emcee season on those who treason I'm droppin' drinks like a pint of cool breeze, then Intoxication, a million copies in circulation Just a small indication to let you know Kandi Kain equals no intimidation on this naughty demonstration Eighteen plus a hundred niggas that I run wit on that one shit keepin' you outnumbered Collidin' with perfection, every direction can't pay enough protection Cause I got the Illtown to Inglewood connections (*echoes*) |
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| 4:54 | ||||