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THE WAY Video (MV)




Performed By: Wes Wicks
Language: English
Length: 3:18
Written by: WESLY WICKS




Wes Wicks - THE WAY Lyrics
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Just got the call from whoopy
I'm in the crib just come and scoop me
Had some shìt to tell me, couldn't tell me over the celly
Knowing him it's paper, since youngins been chasing paper
Use to bag on tables, now we coming for all these labels yo
All in all, a transaction is just a call
You know Times is rough, living legal just ain't enough
Standing waiting to jump in the game like double Dutch
Or praying that this f*cking lane will open up
The government brought the drugs in they got some stock here
Then they sent the feds to get us they left the block clear
Where was you when we needed you you was not there
I don't want to hear a damn thing about being fair
Show me some respect like it's the sabbath day
They spread rumors about your boy go head chat away
You better man up, problems just don't go away
Lil babies hit by strays can't even go and play
What is this, where's the memo i miss this
We could've got wrapped, they missed us by inches
Floating like muhammad ali
She don't know what type of nigga i be, i get that call and i leave
I'm into getting more, I f*ckin bet it all
I'm trying to get it off, you ratting to the law
But what's the face for don't mean mug homie
Please don't ice grill i can make you defrost homie
Maybe i don't remember the last time blew my nose either
Who the f*ck are you i should remember you
What, you think you like me, you ain't like me motherf*cker
You punk,I been with made people, connected people
I want all yea
I'm stunting all year
Vision all clear
Are we there yet
Check clear yet
I'm Talking lare jets
Im a damn vet
I want all yea
I'm fronting all year
Vision all clear
Are we there yet
Check clear yet
I'm Talking lare jets
Im a damn vet
I'm from the 5 or the 6 train,we yell gang
Stash the packs when the frisks came
My vibe is f*ck the world I'm talking kama sutra
Different strokes for different folks, yea whatever suits ya
I heard em talking i just Note it
But see I'm different from them,That's what i Notice
Tried to give em a warning Put em On notice
Everything gets dealt with nothing goes unnoticed
Diabolical word play, diamonds and furs babe
Re up every Thursday
Call the 2 door the chicken coupe
I still knock big and snoop
Track 3 give me the loot
You dig what I'm kicking you
We ain't got shit in Common
You either did or you didn't, why you lying
I'm spitting the facts, you just Rhyming
My swag is smoother than Frankie Lymon
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Just got the call from whoopy
I'm in the crib just come and scoop me
Had some shìt to tell me, couldn't tell me over the celly
Knowing him it's paper, since youngins been chasing paper
Use to bag on tables, now we coming for all these labels yo
All in all, a transaction is just a call
You know Times is rough, living legal just ain't enough
Standing waiting to jump in the game like double Dutch
Or praying that this f*cking lane will open up
The government brought the drugs in they got some stock here
Then they sent the feds to get us they left the block clear
Where was you when we needed you you was not there
I don't want to hear a damn thing about being fair
Show me some respect like it's the sabbath day
They spread rumors about your boy go head chat away
You better man up, problems just don't go away
Lil babies hit by strays can't even go and play
What is this, where's the memo i miss this
We could've got wrapped, they missed us by inches
Floating like muhammad ali
She don't know what type of nigga i be, i get that call and i leave
I'm into getting more, I f*ckin bet it all
I'm trying to get it off, you ratting to the law
But what's the face for don't mean mug homie
Please don't ice grill i can make you defrost homie
Maybe i don't remember the last time blew my nose either
Who the f*ck are you i should remember you
What, you think you like me, you ain't like me motherf*cker
You punk,I been with made people, connected people
I want all yea
I'm stunting all year
Vision all clear
Are we there yet
Check clear yet
I'm Talking lare jets
Im a damn vet
I want all yea
I'm fronting all year
Vision all clear
Are we there yet
Check clear yet
I'm Talking lare jets
Im a damn vet
I'm from the 5 or the 6 train,we yell gang
Stash the packs when the frisks came
My vibe is f*ck the world I'm talking kama sutra
Different strokes for different folks, yea whatever suits ya
I heard em talking i just Note it
But see I'm different from them,That's what i Notice
Tried to give em a warning Put em On notice
Everything gets dealt with nothing goes unnoticed
Diabolical word play, diamonds and furs babe
Re up every Thursday
Call the 2 door the chicken coupe
I still knock big and snoop
Track 3 give me the loot
You dig what I'm kicking you
We ain't got shit in Common
You either did or you didn't, why you lying
I'm spitting the facts, you just Rhyming
My swag is smoother than Frankie Lymon
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