Lyrics:
the party
As soon as my album goes number one
Mr. Lim I'd like a Rolex with forty diamonds, ha ha ha
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
on the bus
While the other kids were causing ruckus. I'd say fuck it
Stand up. Start spitting the sickest bars. Straight
Disgusting
So ahead of my time instead
you for fun
Your daddy got robbed by Top, you Stunna and Wayne, like father, like son
Anthony set up the plays, Kojo be chargin' you double for
and the crew, y'all niggas come home
Word up, the new album goin' be the shit baby
Ain't no doubt about it, E Pluribus Unum
Out of many one, The G.O.A.T.,
celebrations
The one i’d rather be with got her own arrangements
So if i fuck another girl
Then i pretend like she’s the one i lay with
Yelling times up for it
showed up at my first show
I knew I'd be a rapper you could tell it from my first flow
And still people talkin gangsta shit
You think anyone believes you
Never thought I'd be rappin' on the cypher
This a blessin'
Never thought I'd be rappin' for Premier
This cat's a legend
Never thought I'd get picked
It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in these streets
Glocks up, hats down, fiends in these streets
So please pay attention when you're coming
(ooh, ahhh, ahhh)
Bridge.
And when I fall asleep, you'd be on my chest
And when I awake and find you by my side
I'd open you up wide and loose myself
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
Come on, dawg, wake the fuck up, man
Don't you know a nigga'd knock your head motherfuckin' out here with that bullshit?
Quit playing, dawg, straight
Okay, that boy got it, for real
Remember nights we couldn't eat, now we got a few mil'
No filler on the album, cue up, how does it feel?
They tryna
choose peace over pain, baby I'd rather choose peace over pain, baby
I've been stacking up my joy for a rainy day I thought that weed would take the pain
shinin' in my bloodline
I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline
I bleed concrete (ah, I hear that)
I'm G'd up (yeah)
Only follow the code
and let her know how me we love her, it's real
The industry was beating her up
Then them demons started eating her up
She needed a savior that would
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
I record fire, fire catches fire
Fire me, fire man I'm burning up
Hot as flames fire, I'm on fire man
Mr. Fireman, come again
I record dope dope
what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin
No I.D. my mentor now let the story begin
I used to print out Nas raps and tape 'em up on my wall
bumpin Ghetto D by P and C and the Shock kid
Cuz most of what's on the radio today is just dog shit
My shit is so cited, I pressed it in braille
Got Helen
Been working on your new album for two years strong
You still can't come up with the right song
You know what they say, "Study long, study wrong"
All
used to call home sweet home
I'd roam the streets so much they called me a drifter
Sometimes I'd stick up a thumb just to hitchhike
Just to get
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