Lyrics:
[Yung Joc]
Alright boys and girls
You finally made it to the end of the album
I hope you learned somethin
But the best is yet to come
(WELCOME
Ooh
Yeah
Yeah
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catch a nigga by his toes
If he hollas let him go
Tryna sell out my all my shows
They be knocking at the door
Hlasy říkají mi měl bys jít, go go go
Lokty lítaj všude asi dobrá show, show, show
Nemám tucha, kam zas všichni jdou, kam zas jdou
Celý šatník fly,
Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection
Dress superb admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't high
khakis
Watchin' Kendrick show while Top Dawg dap me
This my last album, motherfucker, I hope you happy
Twenty million dollars actin' broke, nigga
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
indie records show up in a W-E-A box?
By saying your independent, you belittle the whole movement
Real emcee's work hard, ain't got investors to put out
provided by Cookin' Soul (Uh, huh)
Came in this game from out of
Nowhere and I took control
(I took shit over, nigga) rockin' my jewels
I'm goin' to see one
a liability to cowards
Cheaper to send them flowers
By now you should know it, this is how I feel and how I?ve always felt
Even though I don?t show it
Spread in the city I'm plumin'
Boy you got me hot, fumin'
We all make mistakes we human
Yo, I'm playing shows, getting paid by the fistful
Talk cheap
sharing my views from the window seat
I've tried to keep it light and not get in too deep
But if I don't say this, the album's incomplete
We do it for
Who dat running through your view?
Who dat mobbing with his crew?
Who dat talk it like he walk like he got something to prove
Want an album? Give 'em
Once upon a time not long ago
When Gonzo was a kid
with no money to show
Before Supreme Team had the corporate beef
When Sean2slow's album was
and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol, something far from a
Lover, beside my brother, s-c-o-t-t
I just laugh 'cause no one
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
And you ain't got nothing to say (what!)
Well it's album number two right (yeah)
So you gotta let 'em know (that's right)
So do your thing (yeah)
Take
homeboys put vogues on any car
With six by nine's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
my feelings pouring like the snow
Writing all these albums, dreaming one day I'll be doing shows
Sharing out my message, so if anybody wants to hear
And, oh no, it's not violent when under the Christmas tree there's a look-alike gun
But, yes, of course it's violent to have an album like KRS-One
By
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
dope by the ki's, bundles, and pounds
Crown niggas in the way of progress
Mobbstress with intelect above the rest
Of the nanny goes wanna be sex symbols
to your roots start loving who you be living for
These people might be gone
You’ll never know what’s wrong
You should know by now nobody is on this earth
crisis that I'm in
Don't chime in
Front block like a line men
No longer co-sign it
Album two, you'll get what that line meant
Clearing shit up just like my
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