[Intro: Tobe Nwigwe]
Get Twisted Sundays
It's bout to be epic
[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe]
Look
I get it rockin' like a cradle
I never sold Cain, but I was able
To see my partners make thorough bread without the stable
While packin' somethin' fatal that make ya top spin like Dreidel
Ouu
I hung around them shells like April
O Neal, oh feel me when I get to saying
It's so real, folk will think that it's entertaining
Til' them shots fly, no subliminal
That's the plight of aggravated aboriginals
My whole life, I been congregating with criminals
I swear I graduated with just minimal effort
Lectures to me was received better from the King of Bedford
Stuy-ves-ant
I swear Biggie taught me lessons
My guess is his propensity for excellence
Might not get discussed by the adolescents
But I'm blessed with
Yeah
Get Twisted Sundays
It's bout to be epic
[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe]
Look
I get it rockin' like a cradle
I never sold Cain, but I was able
To see my partners make thorough bread without the stable
While packin' somethin' fatal that make ya top spin like Dreidel
Ouu
I hung around them shells like April
O Neal, oh feel me when I get to saying
It's so real, folk will think that it's entertaining
Til' them shots fly, no subliminal
That's the plight of aggravated aboriginals
My whole life, I been congregating with criminals
I swear I graduated with just minimal effort
Lectures to me was received better from the King of Bedford
Stuy-ves-ant
I swear Biggie taught me lessons
My guess is his propensity for excellence
Might not get discussed by the adolescents
But I'm blessed with
Yeah
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