Lyrics:
Khaled said, y'all know he don't like losin' (he don't)
How he get the number one album over Khaled (how?)
When he be out here tossin' other niggas'
park
With Luther hoping that you feeling his groove
Get you open on the instruments too, one two, one two
And I say, jottin' down the lines
Like dots
you
First you get the money, then you get the power
G Rap bustin' the gats and slangin' last by the hour
No doubt
I be the crime story of all
Black diamonds, Black History Month, turned to Martin Luther King overnight
I was just rollin' the dice, huh
I was just tryna get by, I gambled my
the police
Get it good girl, use your knees
I love them brainiacs
Yeah, my last ho had a few degrees (for real)
Back on my Compton shit
Demonic how I
and get your shooter
Get your shooter shot
Shaq Dies', front if you want
Flow through the spirit of Kobe
I don't puff on no blunts
My estate got a shuttle,
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king...
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated
Martin Luther, (I Had A Dream)
I'm connected to the Muslims like Malcolm X (By Any Means)""
""No matter how you live gotta live ya best, life is nothin'
Pendergrass
I done hit it from the back to the melody and rode it slow
Now I got to go up in it fast, but I'ma finish last
No matter how much of a thug you
Kobe Kobe Rest In Peace Kobe
Kobe Kobe I shoot from 3 like I’m Kobe
Kobe Kobe fade away hit like I’m Kobe
Kobe Kobe You like Matt Barnes I’m like
you
First you get the money, then you get the power
G Rap bustin' the gats and slangin' last by the hour
No doubt
I be the crime story of all
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
Said I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split
so many crack babies get high and mothers give up
Man I'm a No Limit Soldier, I had to get up
My boy Boz had a lil' change, I had a lil' change
Fuck we
I over shine, ain't no niggas over Sean
Toll rollin by the quarter so I guess we're going overtime.
'Til we're Dumb high, dumb high
Westside, bitch
the majority
A gang of black dudes is who he's sleeping with
Suck a lotta dick cause you know you could get no tits
You know that I'm a witness
Yo fatass needs
had to get P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up
get undressed
See how wasted we can get
Come with us and then get undressed
See how wasted we can get
Get high, get drunk, get high,
Get drunk,
up in it fast, but I'ma finish last
No matter how much of a thug you see
I still spit it like it's R&B, come to the club with me
And when some
hand not what I got and
(L) Strictly evil in the big box (L)
And (Cool J) It's no stoppin' when my shit knocks and
(L) Get it all baby don't stop (L)
insecure
You can rest, you can rest, you can rest assured
No matter how high
No matter how high I get
I'll still be looking up to you
No matter how
Pendergrass
I done hit it from the back, to the melody and rode it slow
Now I got to go up in it fast, but I'ma finish last
No matter how much of a thug you
every message
As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
And with that
Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?
You think
measure
No hold barred (Holy cow) Dojah got a lever
High flying climbing on the rope so I can reach it better
Swanton bomb, tell Jeff Hardy I can do it
am giving all coz i do this for me
I have a dream martin luther in me
See the years passing by
But i got nothing show
Feeling ashamed
Yes, No guess
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