Busta Rhymes, Rick James, Labba - R.I.P lyrics
[Busta Rhymes, Rick James, Labba - R.I.P lyrics]
Get familiar
I go by the name of Clinton Sparks
You are now rockin’ with the New Crack City
Street album my man Busta Rhymes
Big Bang album in stores June 13th
Look add the fire to it and
Carry out every action and
Marry my every passion with savvy
I make it happen gladly I rep for fashion
Badly I itch for clappin’
Now pass me the clip or
Fraction for askin’ I flip
The script when then blast
You bitch you mashin’
Somethin’ I love to do to be
Honest it’s nothin’ to it
Promise that I come through see regardless
I gots to do it comin’ to take it all and
Then back you against the
Wall and then smack you and make you fall
Black is the way we ball
Stack then I make a call
And then purchase Carnеgie Hall
I’m withdrawin’ and never stallin’ wе’re
Always prepared to brawl
No matter how you try we ain’t
Goin’ nowhere you guys should
Just learn and accept the fact
We back and we stayin’ (Surprise)
It’s workin’ for years to build a thing
Sweatin’ with tears to feel a
Thing that I could offer others to
Recognise the realest thing I
Have ever given that’s how we gon’
Keep on livin’ now so hold
Your head my niggas come down
And we strip the prison
Peaceful contentment
Seemed to caress me, as I watched you sleep
Muah, may you rest in peace
Man we gon’ hang dry y’all bitch ass niggas
Like we ain’t even got a
Dryer to dry the laundry
We airs y’all niggas out, early, Labba
Guerrilla warfare, we got that dere
Shottas, killers we got that dere
Drug dealers, hoes we got that dere
Nobody sleeps born to beef
Brownsville niggas use the
Corners coke enough
90’s niggas we gon’ bust a shot
Gangsters used to handle their differences
We all want to go shoppin’ at pick and kid
Now I’m in the room watchin’ Larry Davis
I’m about to go and hit the pavement
Pit time got me that spliff time
Homie hit me on the phone
We gon’ fire on the streets niggas
Fightin’ our soul make a hundred mil’ then I
Turn off my phone
Fuck them niggas I ain’t gonna die broke
With a stem in my mouth
Struggle for dope, shooks
Peaceful contentment
Seemed to caress me, as I watched you sleep
Muah, may you rest in peace
I go by the name of Clinton Sparks
You are now rockin’ with the New Crack City
Street album my man Busta Rhymes
Big Bang album in stores June 13th
Look add the fire to it and
Carry out every action and
Marry my every passion with savvy
I make it happen gladly I rep for fashion
Badly I itch for clappin’
Now pass me the clip or
Fraction for askin’ I flip
The script when then blast
You bitch you mashin’
Somethin’ I love to do to be
Honest it’s nothin’ to it
Promise that I come through see regardless
I gots to do it comin’ to take it all and
Then back you against the
Wall and then smack you and make you fall
Black is the way we ball
Stack then I make a call
And then purchase Carnеgie Hall
I’m withdrawin’ and never stallin’ wе’re
Always prepared to brawl
No matter how you try we ain’t
Goin’ nowhere you guys should
Just learn and accept the fact
We back and we stayin’ (Surprise)
It’s workin’ for years to build a thing
Sweatin’ with tears to feel a
Thing that I could offer others to
Recognise the realest thing I
Have ever given that’s how we gon’
Keep on livin’ now so hold
Your head my niggas come down
And we strip the prison
Peaceful contentment
Seemed to caress me, as I watched you sleep
Muah, may you rest in peace
Man we gon’ hang dry y’all bitch ass niggas
Like we ain’t even got a
Dryer to dry the laundry
We airs y’all niggas out, early, Labba
Guerrilla warfare, we got that dere
Shottas, killers we got that dere
Drug dealers, hoes we got that dere
Nobody sleeps born to beef
Brownsville niggas use the
Corners coke enough
90’s niggas we gon’ bust a shot
Gangsters used to handle their differences
We all want to go shoppin’ at pick and kid
Now I’m in the room watchin’ Larry Davis
I’m about to go and hit the pavement
Pit time got me that spliff time
Homie hit me on the phone
We gon’ fire on the streets niggas
Fightin’ our soul make a hundred mil’ then I
Turn off my phone
Fuck them niggas I ain’t gonna die broke
With a stem in my mouth
Struggle for dope, shooks
Peaceful contentment
Seemed to caress me, as I watched you sleep
Muah, may you rest in peace