mess, all this stress, you feel about it It fades away Sometimes we just walk away from delirious skies Sometimes we just wanna feel so electrified Well, it's only, yeah, it's only
Verse 2: Jessie J] We need to take it back in time, When music made us all UNITE! And it wasn't low blows and video Hoes, Am I the only one gettin...
the the thrill (I'm Ready) It's a dangerous love affair (C'mon) Can't be scaring nickels down Got a problem, tell me now Only thing that's on my mind
Clouds Don't Stay Converse They Tryna Make Us Wazi Sour And If You Feel A Lil Drizzle You Wont Melt It's Just That You Buckle Your Seatbuckle It's A
. God knows that I've tried. (I'm on my way to hell) One time, two time, three time again. It's getting dark, Running out of luck, Our cars stuck, On
now reminiscing and god damn it we did it From trapping standing and pitching with rich we stand in the kitchen Splitting it eight ways flip it in 8 days Thought that wildin unruly it
[Talking: Fabolous] It really was all Drama's fault, I been had the mixtape done He's like yea that's cool, But I'm bout to go to the Bahamas I'm like
for Whatever it's gon' be, let it be, I ain't waistin a slug And time is money, and when it come to mind, take it in blood, nigga [Chorus - Fabolous
hate, show 'em the ring and the green And let your middle finger be seen, it's on [Chorus - Jagged Edge] Girl I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything
week, pay em all a visit I bring Pamela Lee to the P's so we all can dig it I popped enough alcohol so we all could swig it Guns, stand them up they
, yo [Verse 1: Fabolous] Now I hardly be parkin' in the pees Cause the system in the SL make it shake like it got Parkinson's disease Bout to go back to mark it
it is, The people wanted something real, Well yo here it is, My rhymes push records back like a belly button dirty rutting, I got stiff neck steady nothing it
don?t like hearing that fake accent from Dylon The industry commentator Fuck it I?m a hater My mind is like your life straight up coz it?s made up I?
much smoke up in this bitch you can't breathe Somewhere where it's sandy, Cali or Miami This the only way to do never made a plan B Can't we, get it how
, baby) What's wrong with me [Chorus] What's wrong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah Why can't we be, yeah, yeah (What's wrong with me...) What's wrong with
you doing now make me wonder this Now why it's cool for you But it's not for me And why he ain't hop on my song and make it hot for me But u don't give
I'm a grind till it hurt Knock on wood, I get caught won't say a word We call it a brick, they call it a bird We call it a corner, they call it a curb
out of me) Unless it's Grandma, Nortey or auntie I still representin' S.U.C. (And I'm a hold it down for Chamillitary) When I meet up with 2Pac and Pimp
