I got a feelin’ nigga rillin’ and my money be da root
Look up at da stars, she like “Honey where da roof?
Pull up, hear the dogs, canaries dey go on roof
Even once had a job pourin’ tar up on da roof

Dat boy had it hard, no facade it’s da truth,
So now when I menage and get massaged it’s da proof.
Proof’s in da pudding and dat bakin soda taken,
Paper dat I’m makin, gotta take dem photos naked.

Listenin to niggas like whistlin dat Wendy Williams,
I flip my middle finga, I’m chillin on twenty million.
Da rumors turn me on I’m masterbatin at da top,
These hoes so excited so dey catchin every drop.

I’m dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres.
Martin had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do both but somehow I got by.

Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why the money lookin funny in the light.

But who really cares? You just throw it in the air,
Celebratin wealth, pourin Moët in her hair-
Excuse me, her weeve- the bluest of weed,
Trunk full of white, car smell like bleu cheese.

Dat boy get salad b***, bow movement
BM dubs on dem big thangs lookin foolish.
Shawty sittin low, big thangs poppin,
Tip on da glock from a trip up in Compton.

Shootin at da cops- fuck one time.
I gave her to da block, I fucked one time.
We boys in da hood and nigga you Lil’ Trey,
Suppress ya appetite, we takin ya lil’ tray.

Love my handgun but my choppa still da shit,
Banned in 1994 but I’m too legit to quit.
1996, kilos was the shit,
But dat were better den roofin dat shit be bad for ya skin.

Niggas was ruthless, lord knows dat I sinned,
But I thought about my future and the loops I could pin.
Walked out on a gig and I turned to da streets,
Kept my name low key, I ain’t heard from in weeks.

I came up with a strategy to come up mathematically,
I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me.
Mothafuck em all, they sweat from my balls,
If I drop anotha album I did dat fo my dogs.

10 Maybachs, everybody ridin big,
I just sit back like: Look what I did.
Den I bow my head and beg for forgiveness,
Once I said my prayer, everybody back to business.

Smokin on a blunt in my own restaurant,
People lookin from a distance think I’m Big Daddy Kunk,
Reincarnated, spirit of a G.
Beef? I’ll make u dinner, take a seat so we could eat.

A Farrakhan aura, paws on the Port,
You eat from da bowl while ya dog need a fork.
Niggas ain’t loyal, snakes slithered in dey coil,
I’m laughin at you cuz, kill you niggas when I’m bored.

We steppin on ya crew til the mothafuckas crushed,
And makin sweet love to every women dat ya lust.
I love to pay her bills, can’t wait to pay her rent,
Curtis Jackson baby mama ain’t askin for a cent.

Burn the house down, we gotta buy another,
Don’t forget the gas can, jealous, stupid muthafucka.
To anotha chapter, paper dat I captured,
Caught up in da rapture of gunshots and laughter.

Homicide is human and nigga you lookin funny,
Women love to stare cause dey know dey see da money.
I open up a mind by openin bank accounts,
Deposit a 100 stacks, break up or take it out.

Baby dats a gift, maybe you could live,
I knew it wouldn’t work, but I just like to give.
Used to run da street- young nigga, bare feet,
Now I’m in da suites and I’m eatin crab meats.

Ice so right, other rappers envy,
Dey callin all my jewelers up askin wat he spendin.
Thinkin ’bout Boss, not thinkin bout dem,
Here’s a letter to my enemies when I won’t sin, amen.

C d 1/2dim7/Ab C/G d 1/2 dim7/G
I used to think that I could not go on, And life was nothing but an
awful song
But now I know the meaning of true love, I’m leaning on the everlasting
arms

CHORUS
E a m Ab+
If I can see it, then Lirik Musik & Kord › Edit Post — WordPressI can do it.
C/G F/G
If I just believe it, there’s nothing to it.
C am7
I believe I can fly. I believe I can touch the sky.
dm7 F/G
I think about it every night and day, spread my wings and fly away.
E am7 d 1/2dim7/Ab
I believe I can soar, I see me runnin through the open door.
C/G d dim am7
I believe I can fly, I believe I can fly, I believe I can fly.

C d 1/2dim7/Ab C/G d 1/2 dim7/G
See I was on the verge of breaking down. Sometimes silence can be so
loud.
There are miracles in life I must acheive But first I know it starts
inside of me.

CHORUS
fm C/E F/G
Cause I believe in me Oh

CHORUS
bbm a+
If I can see it, then I can do it.
Db/Ab F#/Ab
If I just believe it, there’s nothing to it.
Db bbm7
I believe I can fly. I believe I can touch the sky.
ebm7 F#/Ab
I think about it every night and day, spread my wings and fly away.
F/A bbm7 eb1/2 dim7/Ab
I believe I can soar, I see me runnin through the open door.
Db/Ab eb dim bbm7
I believe I can fly, I believe I can fly, I believe I can fly.
Db/Ab a dim7/a
If I just spread my wings (I can fly)
I can fly (I can fly) 3xs
If I just spread my wings (I can fly)

Em  C  D  C

Em                          C
We stay moving around solo, Ask us where you at
D
We don’t know and don’t care (don’t care)
G                               Am
All we know is we was at home cuz you left us there
C
You got your boys and got gone and left us all alone
Em
Now she in the club with a freaky dress on.
C
Cats dont want her to keep that dress on
D
Tryna get enough drinks in her system
Am
Take her to the telly and make her a victim

Am
Patrone on the brain, Ball Player in her face
C
They shake the spot , She’s just another case

Em                          C               D
Easy for a good girl to go bad And once we gone
G
Best believe we gone forever
Am                  C
Don’t be the reason Don’t be the reason
G            D        Em
You better learn how to treat us right
C                     D
Cos once a good girl goes bad
Em
We gone forever

Em                               C                                    D
He stay with a flock of ‘em all yeah Got a girl at home but he don’t care
G
Won’t care(Won’t care), All he do is keep me at home
Am
Won’t let me go nowhere, He thinks because im at home
C
I won’t be gettin’ it on
Em
And now im finding numbers, In the jacket pockets
C                                      D
Chicks calling the house non-stop it’s, getting out of control
G
Finally I can’t take no more
Am
He finds a letter on the stairs Saying this is the end
C
I packed my bag and left with your best friend, Oh

Em                          C               D
Easy for a good girl to go bad And once we gone
G
Best believe we gone forever
Am                  C
Don’t be the reason Don’t be the reason
G            D        Em
You better learn how to treat us right
C                     D
Cos once a good girl goes bad
Em
We gone forever

(single strumming)

Em                          C
We stay moving around solo, Ask us where you at
D
We don’t know and don’t care (don’t care)
G                               Am
All we know is we was at home cuz you left us there
C
You got your boys and got gone and left us all alone wwwoooaah,

(back to normal)

Em                          C               D
Easy for a good girl to go bad And once we gone
G
Best believe we gone forever
Am                  C
Don’t be the reason Don’t be the reason
G            D        Em
You better learn how to treat us right
C                     D
Cos once a good girl goes bad….

Em       C      D      C
We die forever
Em       C      D      C (slow down)
We gone forever
Em
We gone forever

VERSE 1
F                                C
You had my heart, and we’ll never be world apart
E                           Am
Maybe in magazines, but you’ll still be my star
F                        C
Baby cause in the Dark, You can see shiny Cars
E
And that’s when you need me there
Am
With you I’ll always share
F
Because

CHORUS
F
When the sun shines
C
We’ll shine together
G
Told you I’ll be here forever
Am
That I’ll always be your friend
F
Took an oath Imma stick it out ’till the end
C
Now that it’s raining more than ever
G
Know that we still have each other
Am
You can stand under my Umbrella
F
You can stand under my Umbrella
G/C
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
E
Under my umbrella
Am
(ella ella eh eh eh)
F
Under my umbrella
G/C
(ella ella eh eh eh)
E
Under my umbrella
Am
(ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)

VERSE 2
F                             C
These fancy things, will never come in between
E                Am
You’re part of my entity, Here for Infinity
F
When the war has took it’s part
C
When the world has dealt it’s cards
E                            Am
If the hand is hard, Together we’ll mend your heart
F
Because

CHORUS

BRIDGE
Bb                     F
You can run into my Arms
C
It’s okay don’t be alarmed

(Come into Me)
(There’s no distance in between our love)
Bb                    F
So Gonna let the rain pour
E
I’ll be all you need and more
F
Because ..

CHORUS
F
When the sun shines
G/C
We’ll shine Together
E
Told you I’ll be here forever
Am
That I’ll always be your friend
F
Took an oath Imma stick it out ’till the end
G/C
Now that it’s raining more than ever
E
Know that we still have each other
Am
You can stand under my Umbrella
F
You can stand under my Umbrella
C/G
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
E
Under my umbrella
Am
(ella ella eh eh eh)
F
Under my umbrella
G/C
(ella ella eh eh eh)
E
Under my umbrella
Am
(ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)
F
It’s raining (raining)
G/C
Ooo baby it’s raining
E
baby come into me
Am
Come into me
F
It’s raining (raining)
G/C
Ooo baby it’s raining
E
You can always come into me
Am
Come into me……

Still walkin down the streets with my hand on my black tec
My brain is high like Newark New Jersey do car thefts
I’m high, when I sag my 2 Black Guys
I would be brief but my Karl Kani’s didn’t dry

I smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps
My smoke bangs like it’s freshly picked from the swamps
So nigga how you roll a blunt? Aiyyo, how you roll a blunt
Flip the script on some other shit like how you roll a cunt

Now, I smoke the Maui, wow-wee
Then I’ll be back for me, I’m Sure, like Al B.
Go Uptown, smoke quarter-pounds at the Dungeon
Keith Murray meets me at the spot with the Bom-Ba

Go back to Jerz and smoke with Diezel Don
Huh, pick up a bag from my block, two-oh’s the number
Who can get swift with the microphone mist
Plus I’m crisp like CD’s on LP’s in 3D

My funk respect it, cosmic injected
That cause me to Set It Off just like that club record
Hit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricants
It’s gonna hurt — no it’s not a gat experience
The funk dweller, creeps through your cellar
And if your moms don’t know your ass better tell her, like this y’all

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There’s a million and one blunt spots all over the world
That got good herb for all you boys and girls
Which one do you go to? *many shouts*
Which one do you go to? *many shouts*

I’m packin buddha by the pounds and pull my Phillies from knapsacks
Hey yo I didn’t know your nickel bags come that fat
Yo check it, my lyrics strip the track butt-naked
Catch the Local to the A to the buddha to my vocals

and I, set the world on fire
Get a billion people higher, from just one blunt in my cypher
You swore to God you was mixed in bom-ba-zee
The rhymer Bombs Squads and MC’s like Hank Shocklee

I spend a knot at all the buddha spots
From fifteen to fifty-fifth I ran all through the blocks
I set it off jock, I light a blunt for my nigga D
That’s doin three pack, now where I get the hash at

You can’t fuck with my funk cause my funk is kinda abstract
Past that, I’m rough like McGruff on dust
There’s a million and one blunt spots in America
Yeah I’m tellin ya

Now just throw your blunts up in the motherfuckin air
Smoked out with niggaz from North Newark to Montclair
I rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms
Cause I got soul like James Brown and Rakim and them

One of the America’s Most Blunted
Smoked out with MC Eiht and Compton Most Wanted
Ninety degrees, smoke with L.O.D. on the Island
Then back to Stat, to smoke more packs with the Shaolin

I showed the women how to roll a blunt stronger
But it didn’t work, because they Lee nails got longer
But the weed is good for when you’re mackin
and girls can front it off like they don’t know shit that happened
I know what happened, I told her, BACK, NICK that motherfucker
So check!

My stamina, your ass couldn’t snap with cameras
Leave you on your back like Godzilla did Gamera
Props on blocks smokin the choc and what-nots
I might catch a nickel bag sale from bus stops