fantasies come true, and now the whole thing misses me. Held down by fishing wire and glue, to be the best we couldn't be. Up on the roof with the
these fantasies come true And now the whole thing misses me Held down by fishing wire and glue To be the best, we couldn't be Up on the roof with the
Traduzione: Get Up Kids. Up On The Roof.
[Verse 1] Yo, this for my niggas, though, special delivery Spit like this, get my wrists all glittery Get cake, snakes get slithery Lean in, show y'all
had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was Them block parties in the projects, and on my block You diggi don't stop, sippin on that
"Problem that I can't fix.." [8X] [MC Serch] Kids makin bids cause they're products, so what? You still get left with a donut No such luck in the scam
juice Download the beef stain, see what I'm fixing to do My name ain't Santa Clause, but I chill on your roof Put a stain on your shirt, like you spilling
bust, turn into a monster, eatin weak mc's up, smokin trees up, pinnin hoes knees up, feds wouldn't ease up, had to put the keys up, findin Jesus prayin
you lip Warning! [Aceyalone] They wanna jump into the battle and earn their respect Well get the fuck up! Let me cash this check I'm still on deck with
after beefin' with me they turn vegan What the fuck you gonna do? Come and see Ryu I'm like a sniper Sittin' on Machine Shop's roof S.O.B. style Demigodz
Runnin with kids who don't take the time to furnish their roof We'll decorate the cityscapes, spraypaint burners in blue I turn on the news, speak Olde
try to fineprint on the inside of that warhead Cross Country Like a little lost junkie get em hot and jumpy trying to get that God money Steering the
we break up fights Put your good shoes on, get your make-up right And the ladies in the pla-pla-place so fly Make you want to go home and wake up your
name on my record? Yeah, now I feel a lot better You know what? I ain't drank a forty since I became old enough to drink Not caught up in what the fuck
done blew up, niggas seen the footage and threw up, I got platinum bullets for ya ll to chew up, Mil-latin the dog done grew up, is it still manhatten
Nigga that's All On U Got my finger on the trigga, what'cha gone do? What'cha gone do? Nigga that's All On U Got my finger on the trigga, what'cha gone do? Uptown on
got me sittin' on the roof Eye trained, on scope, blessin' 100 proof Hand on toes, 'bout to roast Some kids who flash like they assassins Picked up my
a nigga over a lil bread Fall back, call a scally get a lil head Cause if not, they up on that roof top, Plain clothes, nigga don't get knocked Remember
