Lyrics:
grab a titty
They know the album is litty
Niggas envision my kitty
But this kitty ain't for regular niggas
I need your account on a billi racks
Where you
No one ever do it like me when I say shit
Rap so good I think of giving up my day shift
Dropped my last album that shit was for the ages
So now I
(Uh uh uh), Big stepping
(Uh uh uh), I got my weapon
(Uh uh uh), These opps I’m catching
(Uh uh uh), The Glock 9 wets em
(Uh uh uh), Smith and Wesson
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
Bessie was more than a friend of mine
We shared the good times and the bad
Well many years has since passed me by
I still recall the best thing I
To the amazing people in our corner
Thank you! This album could not have been
Completed without your help, prowess and
Guidance: Donato Guadagnoli, Brian Redding
My name is Smith
Your silence is my trade
My name is Smith
Here in this bar you fade out
Time heals nothing
It merely rearranges our memory
En la Supreme al lado de la Smith & Wesson
Llevo tus fetiches y algo de tussi pa' doparme
Porque adrenalina somos
Porque adrenalina somos cuando tú
This is heaven sent
8 albums in, other rappers are irrelevant
It's evident that I'm so
Elegant and intelligent
These other clowns sound like they
Rapping
gallery
Not 'til my salary's like the real Mike Lowry
I kill shit 'til I catch Will Smith
Then I'm running Spielberg down (yes)
Everything I say I do
You
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
zvědavý kdy poslední album kdy poslední bars dopíšu
Vím že jsou tu lidi co by mě bodli dali do břicha dyku
Nemám čas na problémy tak prosím tě zavři už píču
interested
Now, many people didn't believe the Prophet Joseph Smith
They thought he'd made up this Part Three that was buried by a tree, on the hill in his
The Tragedy of Mr. Smith
None of us know how they control us - undercover
All our secrets saved
These endless different data files
letter strings
is, think I want you say to
Wir drehn'uns um und sehen Biz Markie Arm
In Arm mit Gabi und dieser Melodie:
Will Smith, Meer Gayne?
Will Smith, Meer
with the shrimp like you know
Oh damn almost got ate
Got ate by a snake and I almost got ate
I'm a shrimp it's the end of the album of the album
This the greatest fucking album you gon listen to
This the greatest fucking album you gon listen to
This the greatest fucking album you gon listen
swear my lyrics won’t be half as bad
I’ll write all the music
But the drums will still be played by Chad
Let me write Chili Peppers an album
Let me write
that bro
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Had to do it to evolve
But it was uncalled for
Play by my own rules
It was my own fault
Had to do it to evolve
Had to do
the gut
Four mil' in a month
Your career in a trunk
Last album, nigga was
Whole aisle full of duds
Album cover for the buzz
Put the Rolie in the bust
Will Smith:
Uh, uh, uh
What?
Whoo! Ha-ha
Yeah mic check
Mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic
Alright now let's go yo
Lil' Kim and Will:
Bessie was more than just a friend of mine
We shared the good times with the bad
Now many a year has passed me by
I still recall the best thing I
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
quite a lot. maybe that's normal when the band's not
On the scene for a while. but after that it feels really good to have,
Actually, a new album ready
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