Pace Won lyrics
Pace Won lyrics
"Step Up Lyrics"
Remittance Man Lyrics
Sinner on the mainland He's a sinner on the sea He looks for absolution Not accountability How many destinations Oh God he's seen them all He collects his precious pittance In every port of call Chorus Remittance man Black sheep of the family clan Broke too many
Sinner on the mainland He's a sinner on the sea He looks for absolution Not accountability How many destinations Oh God he's seen them all He collects his precious pittance In every port of call Chorus Remittance man Black sheep of the family clan Broke too many
What we be tellin these cats? Yo yo. "Step up nigga"
Step Up *echoes* All them niggaz out there
Tellin on all them niggaz violatin STEP UP
[Verse One]
Yo yo; from the Himalays to the pyramids of Egypt
Pace Won flow is dumb as Forest Gump weeded
Lynch Mob's Hit Squad's then I freak with
More Golddiggers than E or PMD did
(Ha!) Word like so many hoochies on my penis
By the time I'm twenty nine I have more Suns than Phoenix
Watch the man bust, pose for the cameras
And have reporters running/back like Barry Sanders
(Yo!) My habits is spray paint (tsss) and rap fresh
Pac
The Family Tree Lyrics
Branches in the wind Still standing here together One more storm to weather We'll get through it yet So we're gathered here Holding on to each other To let go of another one we won't forget Now as we say goodbye To one of our own We may be lonely But we're not alone Tho
e Won gets more bank than NatWest Branches in the wind Still standing here together One more storm to weather We'll get through it yet So we're gathered here Holding on to each other To let go of another one we won't forget Now as we say goodbye To one of our own We may be lonely But we're not alone Tho
Walkin round thinkin what face to slap next
Like Latifah my Wrath is Madness
Ho-ha, more smooth than Billy D.
Drinkin Colt 45 eyes slant like Phillipines
Serve the baseheads, my raps kill the fiends
That wanna MC but don't know what it means
Chorus:
People wanna act large but can't take charge
I tell em --Step Up-- *echoes*
Yo, yo; Kids ask me for advice Pace on how to be nice
I tell em --Step Up-- *echoes*
Yo, yo; If I see your sister cryin or fallin behind
I tell her --Step Up-- *echoes*
Yo, yo; If you don't need your teeth and your crew ant beef
Then you can --Step Up-- *echoes*
Yo, yo, Bring em all, yo-yo
[Verse Two]
Since my small days always been real
With raps thats more fat/phat than that ass on Kim Fields
I'm roastin roaches, poets think I'm Moses
Partin oceans, people feel me like emotions
A poet and truth, I roll with the jewels
Voice of the youth (uh) one a ya diehard boys that'll shoot
Keep my rep up, rappers want somethin tell em --Step Up-- *echoes*
Chorus
[Verse Three]
Yo, yo; You look soft, I hook off and kick butt
Attack like Hitler, if your boys weak avoid me like I was thicker
Rollin with the rich kids
Slick like the mac of the year, I know bitches
They bite you, scratch you, kick you in the groin
A two-headed coin that be makin people point (look)
And talk soft, but I walked off, I'll remember
Defender of my people, makin legal tender
Got it made, no more goin to court now
I'm out doin the world while my brother hold the fort down
He said, "Pace slit the wrist if the cross you"
When your hands are tied, you're only doin what your forced to
Don't hate the Pace Won just cause my records sellin
Find a playa hater and I tell'im
Chorus