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Yo, I`m used to.. cold to the right, hot to the left,
Turn them on, let the warm water run on my chest
and wash away the stress.
I swear to my mama she die a happy woman on my very last breath.
Lookin back, reminisin`- how many have left us
OGs who used to squeeze with the best touch.
Hold they chrome, and hold they own. It`s messed up,
Now a nigga livin` through his ancestas.
Saukrates - 23, turnin` like 45 in a year,
I`m cravin` for the days when I`m out in the clear...
you know, livin`.
I might, sacrifice my life but I won`t give in.
Until we spokes has bin in, and my home is chilled out,
and ain`t dealin with no less than half a million.
In a crib on some acres, and half these children.
Livin` the life they deserve and just fake realism.
I hit you with the wisom, you ain`t with it
then kiss `em -- THE NUTS.
If you dissin, watch me from a distance.
I`ma hit you with the words that`ll make your soul vibrate.
The things that we contemplate, when we comin up...
Keep this rap shit tight **AIGHT**.
Imagine the day that`s black forever,
waitin` for the sun to come up.
As hard as you try, it`s a lie
you can`t change the weather.
Maybe I should stop giving a fuck.
*Plus* You bin tellin me that life goes on,
but as this rap star trek belongs.
You start wonderin` what else could go wrong..
*All you can do is sing your song* in the pockets nigga.
Nigga life time journey to the me, these endless questions,
they play my dome-piece.. like:
What am I do with all the groupies that I meet?
Will I turn the other cheek,
or do I turn the other cheek?
Please freak, you gettin` touched by this
West Indian connection,
let me rub on your titties.
-And get in it for a minute to win it,
let you fall in love with it, then I`m out.
Cuz I got work to finish, the music is ma business.
She love me, I trust her, to maximize my bigness.
Now ladies, if u listenin I`ma make you my witness.
I got no love for bitches.
Baby, out with the quickness.
Groupie parade plague, it`s a categorized sickness.
Who say, that brother socks got it locked from
LA to Brickston, I`m broke,
for niggas that kill for my position.
I rap to that Vince Carter at Sky Dome,
if you see me on the beat, ET phone home.
And tell yo mama the drama - your old high school friends
on the tube representin` Toronto.
And doin` it right, pursuin his life.
Disease to take flight when he caresses the mic.
Sendin` this one out to cats with unsigned hype,
just do it for you,
keep this rap shit tight *aight* Send " Comin Up" Ringtone to your Cell