Lyrics:
Before I check the mic (check, check, one, two)
I give it an extra swipe with a Lysol disinfectant wipe (good evening)
Coronavirus in effect
be the crew that you wanna step to
Sisters with an attitude, now how my mic sounds?
My mic sound nice, check one check two
Everybody make way, party
[Biggie]
We here (uh-huh)
We ain't goin nowhere (uh-uhh)
[Diddy]
Yall motherfuckers don't know what beef is
[Biggie]
Ha ha ha ha ha, check out
come home, she kiss him through the phone
But y'all ain't ever do what you rappin'
Yankee fitted, barrel kickin' like it's Snoop in Manhattan, Norf
style, y'all come on
Check it out i'm the P to the O to the S
Known to pinpoint a flow to the chest
So wear your vest nibble the
Thighs and breasts
checks
Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF
I put it down for mine, my crew live a life of crime
Constantly non-stop, when they on the climb
And BK, no such
It's the
Dopest coming out north, the beaner with the backpack full o heaters
Two seater, no roof
Me n Mystro good in almost every hood
Best believe
MUCH DARKER
Because the Africanism is in EFFECT
So check it out MAN!
And try not to bite the lyrics
POI!
So come in now with the chorus
to run it
Jump and overcome it
Blossom into something
Bottom bettered
Done it
When lives is lost
RIPs ensue
The vigils are held
And the families mourn
In
Silent Hill ‘99
Kept runnin’ till I die
With my friends by my side
Now they’re gone, so am I
Step by step to the top
Man, I can’t let it flop
Work ‘til my
really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the
Game y'all praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me
I just kept it real with y'all
y'all, uhh
Uhh, uhh, yo (Check it out!)
[Verse 1: Lil' Cease]
Easy livin, bitches givin pussy like it's free
My GS3 gleams perfectly
Lil' Cease get raw
step to
Y'all really be getting it twisted outchea' like I was fine before I met you
If we not related by blood my g, I do not have to respect you
Though
nigga alive
(It's do or die) The motto that I live by
(It's suicide) Testin me line for line
(So who am I?) The one and only Myke Miers (2x)
[ VERSE 2
here
Check it out for all the
Tenderonis
Ah ha ha
Like chatchy and joni
Lights camera action
The hip-hop attraction
Fresh Priggy
John
to blast
Any false move will leave a nigga on their back
Wodie I'm young but strictly bout my cash
Fuck petty check I want it in thousand dollar stash
What a time to live it up and ain't y'all livin'?
What a time to give it up and ain't God givin'?
What a time to get around and ain't y'all driven?
style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini,
It aint all about the money*
[Verse 1]
When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs,
the boogie
I be loyal to my peeps
Like budha stud doogie
Never very bad news
Payin' crazy dues
I'm blowin' out crews
And tamin' mad shrews
Like Bill
live an' die by tha sword
An' still we thank tha lord
Frum da maternity ward 2 tha morgue
I count my blessins
It's a game I shood but can't afford
fucked up (4real)
Just wait til my shit drop
Verse 1:
First name BigTree last name 4Real
(real shit)
When I'm on the microphone I'm rappin what I live
the Dude, Kurupt, 2
And James Brown with his fist crossed
I fluctuate the vocals like Prince Rogers
Whoever thought a billionaire come
Out of Compton?
forgotten
Cause tru niggaz live forever
Tru niggaz like us
Ya heard me? it's real nigga
We gon see y'all fools in the crossroads
poppin'
Y'all block watchin', we watch coppin'
Y'all car hoppin', cause now we got it locked and
We dedicate for ya'll feather weight
You better skate
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