Lyrics:
man nigga, baby who?
I'll send you shots from the baby zoo
Old game like Grady fool
Propane flow flame you dudes
No name's don't claim ya shoes
pleasure
With our microphones, cause that's what we treasure
Now the man you see, who has hands of magic
His name is Mr. Mixx, so come on a scratch it
She kiss me when she see me, she step into my room
Man'a tell her when she step in , you spending the night home
We the baddest in the city she messing
it's nothing to me
Ayy, better get with the program
Just made another slap and I ain't fucking with slow jam
But I'm not a rapper just a regular dope man
rich with no cash on the bigger label
Your tri-state ways are shut down by barricades
In fact I packed my bags, and listened to E-40
Mac Mall,
There was a fellow I knew and he thought his name was gold
And his face would be known by the young and the old
He thought he was alright and no one
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He change the way he talk
That's that motherfucker who
In jail, beat yo ass down
With them baton
To get promoted by the white man
Then when
masta plan
Since he already rowdy
I just asked the man (HEY)
You want some work?
Well partna put in your bid
And by the way now whats your name
I'm motherfucking chicken-shit
To the ones that's tryna play the E
By the time you get to seven, you'll be six feet deep
Number Eight: Make no
Katie flashed a smile and gave that Teaneck man a hug
He said, "My name's Domenico but my friends all call me Doug"
Said he could have their money back by
the one that I wanted
Was yours
Making my entrance again with my
Usual flair
Sure of my lines
No one is there
Don't you love farce,
My fault I fear,
them knees buckling
How you walk with no limbs man
The game mine long term ima stretch it
You niggaz couldnt take over
If i left like jay left it
Them
About to start taking my niggas advice
Arrogant with it man fuck being nice
Bitch yeah I brag different
Yeah my swag different
Neck hurt so I threw
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Over here you get SLAMMED on the premises
remember this, the name Akenyele it don't rhyme with Genesis
I'm not the one
Rye been
Top baller, I'm logging these rap artist
Who farther, I'm going harder
Lyrically, no one smarter
Many man compare me to drake, so I'm uncharted
by cars, I coach you to win, know what?
If you broke and your man don't teach you, get rid of him
Who I'm reppin'? 10th Street, 12th Street, Vernon,
I'm motherfucking chicken-shit
To the ones that's tryna play the E
By the time you get to seven, you'll be six feet deep
Number Eight: Make no
to decimate the dark, nuclear rain to set us aflame
Obscured by a curtain of venom from space in the name of science
Fall to your knees, pray to a last
care what they say so I paying them no mind
Step after step I keep making the climb
Living my life man one day at a time
Back up motherfucker and give me
plans
In the car, it's hard to read as a clock with no hands
How your man's goin' get up and stop with no yams
All it take is one break, it could pop
daughter
If she ain't gonna tell me, I'll split her father
In half with a full mag of 556.
whole family knows more than they'd like to admit
Man I'd like
just vamped
And left a nigga stuck with no kind of get back
Now I even get shook by the hoodrats
Cause they know what the fuck they gon' get
Took for
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