so I can play ground with my ink So let me need ya to my ems go I push the infinite and carry it My carrier's the three over one so my pluggins already
you're my Hey Love (Hey) Move me like Soul when I say Go to a club around the way And see my Hey DJ And make him play Hey Love (Hey) [TESHA STILLS:]
my man Plug Three (Plug Three gets the whole caboodle) [Mike G:] Behind my bush, my Buddy likes the way that I push And like a champ, just knock it
The only shit worth playin Swizz got niggaz screamin "Dog, you O-Din" Do what I do best Spit shit You know me and Drag fit tight But that goes without sayin See
Lord my soul to keep Wake me up before I'm dead Don't bury me with monsters in my head, yeah Monsters in my head, with monsters in my head Underneath
streets with emcee's beneath my feet in colonies But presentation and spirit revolve around autonomy Searching for monogamy And cutting fake bitches out of my
want, what? Catch Bleek in South Beach out of the reach of the police Gat on my lap (yeah) bitch on my back (holla) Yak in my pocket, smokin the sticky
Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem Or use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams I use it as my gas, so they say that I'm gassed
(feat. Pusha T, Big Sean, Cyhi Da Prynce, J. Cole) [Pusha T:] Re-Up Gang Pusha (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble) But you found it muthafucker Yes
I'm being vain again Why why Hey man I'm just listening to His teachings my soul and heart This is God's movie and I'm just trying to play my part Time
It?s time to leave this rat race chant down Babylon Keep my head straight, keep my family movin' on Find my own place, create my own space Detach my whole
shit right .. get my hustle on [Ludacris] Look here! Now I'm a man of many talents and a man of my word But on my path to see the light sometimes my
yard playin crokay And im drunk im tellin kids "drugs are bad umm-kay" Or watch me swing my chains at the Rascals of Peko Got seven cars get on my rims
dust Why'd you do it girl Tore me apart now you're breaking my trust Why you're breaking my world I never thought girl you push it that far Wanna push
got to hit em I'm reachin for my Roscoe, cocked it back on, and get my blast on At the gas station, bunch of Arabs racin out the way, as my Torah spray
Muah!, may you rest in peace With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours Four-four, and fifty-four draw As my pilot, steers my Leer Yes my dear shit
ll come I'm the clouds you won't see me in the trains I travel first class you don't even got a TV on your plane You should be easy on my name, cause