my chest stir Something make my head blur (Oh, oh) I'm not ready for a handshake with death, no (Oh, oh) I'm just such a happy mess, whoa The drums are four
potential just might ne spill out And then this record won't be gettin' played I'll save that rap for another day -Rhyme pays- Verse four: The front
die, but hell i dont know where you gotta go, Run up on me wrong, try your luck, cause i dont think so, This four four that i told a libra, whole size
the friendly sky to fly One Move your feet to the left Two Throw your arms in the air Three Kick it - back it up for me Four Move it to the right you
f-ck with them card game shuffle, hundred grand in the duffle black jack, poker, p knuckle, you win, f-ck you n-ggas try and line me say I'm grimey four
fivi'n, hip hop it Put your hawk in the sky Move side to side Jump to the left, stick it, glide Zig zag cross the floor Shuffle in diagonal When the drums
know him better No one is forsaken, no one is a liar He plants the tree of life on our foreheads with water He hums, there are drums, four winds, rising
-four) Hut-two-three-four Sound off, three-four Hut-two-three-four Sound off, three-four Hut-two-three-four Hut-two-three-four. ~
floor They done overdosed on the thugs I done sold over 30 million records You niggas better check it before you get up and disrespect it And that weed for twenty-four
' now, we ridin' by, listen to the wind blow *** tell the real from the fake when it comes from the streets Livin' peace like a beat, like a drum from
voodoo priest, then the *** gon' come Open up a drum, I'm eatin' Oprah crumbs Got poor credit, got *** debit Walk in the 40-40, I'ma score, bet it Four
Come on fellas, one, two Well, what are you trying to do? Get on back to them drums, I'll start this band One, two One, two, button your shoe Put on
wrong old lady You done went wild; yo, check it.. There was a Hardy Boy mystery I tried to solve again Dude that broke in my crib - it wasn't involvin him Four
or less the hope for dope niggas to prosper Yes Sir [Chorus] [Verse 2] The future is now I lead on record's dedication for making better music is now Dope niggas locked out, four
yall off i pop like a soda watch the can fall off i can kill yall and yall boss shotguns handguns louder than a band drum you fuckin with the drum major
Four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves And a partridge in a pear tree On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me Five golden rings, four
Victory won in a world of Hennessey and guns Too young for the marches but I remember these drums To start reality of wars and battles we fought for ours
this car is automatic it's systematic it's hydromatic Why it's greased lightnin'! (grease lightnin'!) We'll get some overhead lifters, and four-barrel
