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the message - jay browne lyrics

[intro]
“yo, yo, what’s up y’all, it’s yo boy frankie x”
“yo, what’s happening, this is flex winter”
“yo, what’s popping, it’s yo boy big eazzyy”
“and you are now tap dancing to the message by jay browne”
“on 1(800)813*4vr: deluxe”

firmway, firmway, sheesh
woo, yeah, check, look

[chorus: jay browne]
switch sides, i hit ’em up, never hit ’em back, i hope he get the message
my blood be spilling blood, got two brothers named smith and wesson
shawty been pressing my line, feeling like the godd*mn man
woo, making money all the time, flip a n*gga, do a handstand

oh sh*t, it’s a new king, f*ck a prayer hand, this a god flow
bad ting, my type, saweetie, light ice, petey pablo
first off, f*ck 12, top shottas, silvеr medal on my competition
middle fingеr to my opposition and my deadline like a politician (hold up, hold up, hold up)

[verse 1: nigel nolan]
wait a minute
you thought your dissing would make a difference?
don’t call yourself king when you just a midget
off of my team so you think you a g but you in the d*league, must have fit your mission
i slide without your permission
or i turn your girl into mrs
just for the night, baby, keep your distance
i got no time for no intermissions
i took her for a z, thought she caught me slipping
must be sleeping on me if you think i’m tripping
upgrade my system then upgrade my wins
only dealing with queens, you were just a p*wn
darkskin n*gga, upper echelon
all*black coupe full of extra strong
hold on to me, girl, you must be wrong
girl, you must be wrong (look)
[chorus]
switch sides, i hit ’em up, never hit ’em back, i hope he get the message
my blood be spilling blood, got two brothers named smith and wesson
shawty been pressing my line, feeling like the godd*mn man
woo, making money all the time, flip a n*gga, do a handstand

[verse 2: alexander]
watch your mouth
we can pull up, let a choppa “bow!”
pull up with shots from the block and bounce
patek philippe, they looking deep
lil’ boy not pac, now he more like peep
*ba*ba* that b make my hand squeeze, look
i don’t ever hand shake, this a grand take, i need it in advance
never ask me for a feature, said “they didn’t need ya,” eating out my hands
baby b*tch my side piece, i can paint your lisa, moaning for the piza
you a cop of carbon leather, seated your coretta, who the man now, huh?
ask me with your hand down
boy yo momma must be proud
d*mn, momma must be proud
silly n*ggas fishing for a hand out
streaky n*ggas working hard for the clout
could build bigger using less of they mouth

[verse 3: jay]
please don’t get it confused
live by the code and die by the rules
running them drills then popping them tools
i told ’em “we cool” but n*gga, i lied
i stick ’em and move (look)
[chorus: jay browne]
switch sides, i hit ’em up, never hit ’em back, i hope he get the message
my blood be spilling blood, got two brothers named smith and wesson
shawty been pressing my line, feeling like the godd*mn man
woo, making money all the time, flip a n*gga, do a handstand

switch sides, i hit ’em up, never hit ’em back, i hope he get the message
my blood be spilling blood, got two brothers named smith and wesson
shawty been pressing my line, feeling like the godd*mn man
woo, making money all the time, flip a n*gga, do a handstand

///beat switch///

[verse 4: jay browne]
said i won’t make it, i gotta try
that day is coming, i gotta die
i can’t be stuck on no 9*5
said i won’t make it, i gotta try
that day is coming, i gotta die
so i run it until i run out of time

[chorus 2]
i can’t be stuck on no 9*5
said i won’t make it, i gotta try
that day is coming, i gotta die
so i run it until i run out of time
calling the heavens, you hear me god
i just wanna leave someone here inspired
‘fore i leave, then at least i can say i tried
‘fore i leave, then at least i can say i tried
i can’t be stuck on no 9*5
said i won’t make it, i gotta try
that day is coming, i gotta die
so i run it until i run out of time
calling the heavens, you hear me god
i just wanna leave someone here inspired
‘fore i leave, then at least i can say i tried
‘fore i leave, then at least i can say i tried (j*a*y)

[verse 5]
maybe i just haven’t got to the pinnacle
f*ck the talking, i’ma show what i’m finna do
i ain’t talking ’bout no shedding the physical
what i feel is heavy but it’s invisible
jealousy, envy, greed
p*ssy, money, weed
made me think about the energy i feed
made me think about my brothers who would bleed
made me think about the others who would leech
having dreams ’bout a big city stage
how much would you pay for the price of fame?
how important is it people know your name?
are you down to sacrifice so you can gain?
what about the people that you leave behind?
can you whip a 2, a 4 into a 9?
who gon’ put a blade right up out ya spine?
straighter than the street, sh*t is by design
are you working harder than the next n*gga
knowing that succession gets you vexed, n*gga?
whole lotta pain to express, n*gga
i know how you dealing with the stress, n*gga
lil’ s*x, n*gga, blow the sess, n*gga
doing*anything*for*the*press n*gga
get it off your chest, bring a vest, n*gga
started doing more and saying less, n*gga

i can’t be stuck on no 9*5
said i won’t make it, i gotta try
that day is coming, i gotta die
so i run it until i run out of time
calling the heavens, you hear me god
i just wanna leave someone here inspired
‘fore i leave, then at least i can say i tried
‘fore i leave, then at least i can say i tried
yeah

- jay browne lyrics

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