Lyrics:
silk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial
Be downtown swinging, m.o.p. style
Next
if they did they'd dump heads
One a one way street to nowhere
Everything to prove, with nothing to lose
You fools at Fox News
Couldn't walk a block
understood
My shoes too big
Violate, you'll be gettin' your news through B.I.G.
A big rig for a big kid - that's me!
I should've got a scholarship for
hear a thing
People be jealous by any means
I don't argue with people who really fiends
Look at all that I've done before 17
I'm really that kid (That
Fist jumps in the air, you love flame wars
(I'll be long gone, grab that ass, set your code)
Uh, picked up where we left off
Uh, I need you home
your fucking egg this toaster will leak your yolk all over the place
You'll be dead before breakfast and make it on the news by supper time
My rhymes
miss you)
Everything, everything will be just fine
(Wish that I didn't
Can't change what happened)
Everything, everything will be alright
Alright (Wish
about the next nigga
He just the next nigga, he can never be me
I'm coming to get my kids and they momma like
Fuck all these bitches, I'm yours
Only
world, winter war weather
This is wu-block music for the black hooded champions
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting
me more like Jesus
Every day a little more like Jesus
Crucify my flesh with Yours
That my new life might be secured
Everything I do, done so I can
leave you chained in a box
I'll take your bitch and play with her box
Like a kid that forgets the toy
And thinks the gift is the box
I'll fuck your bitch
you the one in center
You don't have to be like six something with your hands up
Just to block mother fuckers out of your mantra
How you nineteen years
son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the I'll street blues
"The friends will make you, them too can break you
They plan
And lock all your doors
If you don't think I exist
Let's keep it that way
Cuz it'll be hilarious when you see my face
I'll make you kids piss in your
Pants
Coca-Cola came and bought it
For billions, what the fuck?
Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes,
Who the fuck
my M.C school, my class was packed
And tricks were for kids so I left your ass back
The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another
I'll buy
my M.C school, my class was packed
And tricks were for kids so I left your ass back
The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another
I'll buy
offended by this, but that's the market y'all missed
That's the target I'll hit
And that's the heart of my pitch
I wanna do this whole thing different
What
just to see
What it's like to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what it'd be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each
of the few emcees you could really get bars from
He represented real rap from real New Yorkers
My condolences to your wife and your two daughters
Kings
leave them left like nudist
And if you new to this you'd see I show you the ropes
Ill be your PE coach, you know you see this smoke
How you think I'm
tell be the clouds
The storm is passing over, what you gone do now
Go back to the block and slang
Or raise your son from a child
This my Amicus Brief
reward receive if you believe)
Oh the promise of tomorrow will banish all your sorrow
No need to grieve if you believe
There will be a brighter future
with mad stitches
Your last resting place'll be a ditch kid
No one can stop me, try your style's sloppy
You want to be me, you're just an imitation copy
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