Lyrics:
on em)
I'm just trying to get mine
I don't have the time
To knock the hustle for real
(Let's go all the way up town
Let's take em to Yonkers)
People can
being ignored and pushed
Around by the label
They then sent us all to Orlando
To rehearse and write eight
Hours a day for our first
Record half -way
The 411?
The '94 is here
We gon' have something new for y'all asses on this next album, man
Yeah, we gon' have something new for your asses
We going
on
Weatherman watch storms
Cali King Rakaa with a crown
But it got thorns
"Y'all hear me?", "I spit it clearly"
"Time is money, got no time to waste minutes"
MAN y'all MUST GOT ME CONFUSE I TAKE NIGGAZ BY TWO I BREAK NIGGAZ IN TWO MAN y'all FAKE NIGGAZ IS through I HEAR YA ALBUM IS POO I'm JUS TELLIN DA TRUTH
adoring me (Woah)
This voice I use it vocally for all the folks ignoring me
The cons I chose to duck the hate on me is so disorderly
And a change is what
Cause is time for somebody to die in this bitch
Come on
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Swing, swing, swing, swing
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Swing, swing,
going my name is Sam Wiiise
Ya beautiful host for this album
Now here's what I wan't ya'll to do man
I want y'all to grab somebody
I want y'all to grab
And all my fans out there, I just wanna thank you for supporting me
And this Chocolate Factory album
And all the other albums I ever did in my career
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I try to tell them,
takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I try
different now, it's forced upon me
Different stances
I used to spend all my time conversing with you
But now I write this song to let you know I'm hurting
The call just came in guess we gone be out for business
I just got a 20 now it's time to invest in Benz's
Pen game so fluent I guess that's why I'm
wicked, I didn't check the rhyme
'Cause Q-Tip couldn't kick it
And that punk Redman, I hit you with the back son
Talk is cheap, it's time time for some
It may not mean nothin' to y'all
But understand nothing was done for me
So I don't plan on stoppin' at all
I want this shit forever, mane, ever,
as long as I am alive
To fight for what I believe in
And peace because It's the time
If I could save the mind
I'd help all my people get by
Life is too
anticipating your love, love, love
From the time that I awake
I'm imagining the good love that we'll make
If to me your vibe can do all this
Just imagine how
is by my side
And the don is back in too
Ima do a 2 for 2
Choppa fuckin up these bitches cause they tryna do me too
Okay I'm back
Brand new album
Now
Shopp, man
We... y'know finally reachin' the end of this album and I just wanna thank y'all, like...
I was never a big fan of doin' the whole long talk
Want to talk about the chopper
When I'm ready for aim
And all on top of what I got
Another dot on my name
How many mother fuckers out there
Really
keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violater the album
Go, go, go!!
[l boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website
Freedom of Speech and said
My name every two minutes
Man wanna go to the mountain
Go to shows on a tour bus
Next time make an album
Not a CD fulla war dubs
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
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