man, it's too pretty in here Let's say we take it back to the trap one time I went from rolling wit' them rocks on the block To controlling my position
inside the trunk of the 9-ball Put triggers on niggas In rivers, that's where they find y'all So drop to your knees That's the position, assume it bitch
niggas alive know it, they dyin for it Even them niggas that kill, get caught, and strive for it I strive for it That's why I sixteen years and a positive
a U I get off where they get off at Well-familiar with these streets, this where I came up at Roadblocks, yellow tape, "a crime scene" they say, What the f**k
your mind you'll be released one day But knowing, home is a place you're not going for a long while Now you're up on the isle In a position that you
Yeah Yo Check it out (Yeah yeah yeah) It's B2K What? Platinum status She's a pretty young thing A pretty young thing What? She put it down She put the
the middle of the floor Prison ain't a place that we need to go So 'til they free Pimp C I'ma leave up to you G O K K K To keep it street This one here
the middle of the floor Prison ain't a place that we need to go So 'til they free Pimp C I'ma leave up to U, G, O K K K To keep it street This one here
Final Chapter, Copecetic, Poetic When I've done - This calls for anaesthetic Make way for a positive thing A theme, a dream and the man might sing We
by myself ill call fi-fi an Alice one side a so called girlfriend called rachel (you love me) Im Still Tryna work on beeing faith, so tell me whats your favorite position
Shutting all rookies down Stub down Dub Cezzy A.k.a. Pussy Hound Who was snitching, punany technician Trying to make your head off from multiple positions
it, motherfucka i'm the man Where the beef at Back in the days I ain't even go out for recess A nigg don't play Man i been livin o.k. Been up in queens
Oh she, down in Dallas at the all-star game spittin' all-star game Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name Somethin' like James, somethin' like Wade If you something like K
it I'm not trying to tell you what to do Just hold ya head, and everything else will follow through To Tyrell (Just hold ya head) To Cool K (Just hold
better hide your hat (why?) We hittin licks with them bricks and them ninety packs (damn) I hit this over twenty bro, it ain't no lie to that Sting 'em for 300K
blow the sky like the stormy wind blew One gallon of whylin', Park Hill profilin' I cut your face up, rough fifty, sure while you're smilin' For violatin' my position
dig [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Trotter, a.k.a. [BT/Tariq Trotter] Well um, Black Thought from The Roots y'all [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Simmons, a.k
I rap I need a bonus Who can hold us? the OG rollers New York city's coldest Sour diesel, weed aromas, numb of casualties of soldiers My position, remains