. I've packed my things a thousand times. And I've fake believed all your lies...for the last time! So take it or leave it. 'Cause I'm really leaving
y'all It's like... it's like What's it like? My microphones and glock nines Black? I'm dipped in that The beats, my mash, jam you for the platinum you have Run it
freedom scares you 'Cos it means responsibility So you chicken out and threaten me Saying, "Love it or leave it" I'll get beat up if I criticize it
here, pull pressure to the trigger, bullets fly in three's You forever rest under bullshit, dirt lies and leaves I do bullshit, dirt, tell lies then leave Look in my eyes, realize it
gonna seek 'em That the weak ones copy my phrases Or take from my pages Saying you're a relation I can do the vibration Is your name Quaye son Or are
him) Signor . . . if you please: "Rome". We say "Rome' not "Roma" PIANGI Si, si, Rome, not Roma. Is very hard for me. (practising) Rome . . . Rome . . . (
like you, My lights off and my bills is due, O you think, cause I'm a rap star I didn't pay for that car, Or if you pop off I won't take it that far,
in here with your man, ma I love it when you wiggle it and shake it Drop, trick it, drop and do your little dance, ma True Religion, 7's or dem Rocking Republic Or
take a nigga to Rome Give me a hour, I'll have her blowing up my phone Like a stem to a stone and she won't leave me alone Million dollar nigga, I get it
Zoo To the West coast! To the East coast To the North coast To the South When you take North, East, West, South Put it all together and it spell NEWS
Take a Bible page The basic instructions before leaving earth The basic instructions before leaving earth The basic instructions before leaving earth
medical attention for it. So head, shoulders,knees, toes, party over here take it to the floor, take it to the floor, take it to the floor, take it to the floor,take it
It's the R-O-M-E-O you know And I roll with plenty doe fo sho Sloe po in the Bentley yo lets go No the tank aint empty, we ova flow Get your back in to it keep it
home And prove that I flip other things besides ounce Tell your girl you're gone, baby you gots to Rome He leaving with things, he get it on, get it
out of here, pull pressure To the trigger bullets fly in three's You forever rest under bullshit, dirt lies and leaves I do bullshit Dirt tell lies then leave Look in my eyes Realize it
name Is like laying in a graveyard wide awake You're scared that if you cough or yawn you might wake up the dead So pretend to read a paper or just drink
The game had me under pressure it can stress ya When it comes to you 'cause money aint an issue When I miss or I kiss I can feel it thru my Tender
can land in the motherland Camel back across the desert sand Take a train to Rome or home Brazil, for real Wherever I go she goes Wherever I go she goes So let's keep it
