Lyrics:
no way that I was ever gonna quit
I thought that's the only way that I could live
Trying to get everything that I could get
Forget bout the process I
verse like Em did
Choppin up the track until my head splits
Mess pits, bars and power where the pen sits
It seems like your only watching the best bits
So
analyzed by GIA
I plea my case, I never sleep, I live and give my dreams a shape, the
Second coming new installment, and it's twice as hard as
The former
I be getting paid
Going higher like moving train
Praying that nothing come way
Just a random case Stay positive as i run my race
Is not my power is
pumping through my veins, boiling in my blood
Methodically, this hunt has just begun!
Death, by the power of my hands, the strength of my grasp
My skull
back and make noise)
My corpse is a RZA from a thriller or nine killa
Passin by Mumia is like trapped in the raw, nigga
(So who want to test those who
I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie
'97 had a brick by the muffler crony
Wholesale to my select
Preferred customers only
The white horse cooked
pickpocketed a million chances
bad seed, fallen from a bad tree
nasty, only motivated by greed
he, speaks like false prophet
claims its all logic with a false
strength I yield
Raw power attained; your wisdom, my shield
Killing deathblow
Warrior blood flow
Ritual seed sown
I took your life, and now I eat your
Blow
Finesse, from SP to Casio
Your jams ain't def, you ain't fresh, you're so-so
If you don't know us by now you'll never know
You set that mood
to Casio
Your jams ain't def, you ain't fresh, you're so-so
If you don't know us by now you'll never know
You set that mood when we groove and prove
a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just living in
and pay stubs
Your local pub has a happy hour special
Where your daddy power issues can
Be studied by professionals
It's difficult to listen
When poor
Bossilini
What a nigga want?
Mo' cash and mo' bitches
What a nigga need?
No foes and no snitches
How a nigga live?
High speed on the grind
And how
what that mean to me
'cause shit be gettin' so damn real
You gotta find some direction
And the game's put to work and shaped to perfection
So by
Yo
Sinner!
DXB TO THE WORLD
(DXB Baby!)
They say I’m too raw, I’m too real for the riddim
Die a hero, or live longer as a villain
Violate the law
Valentino
I've got Bobby Valentino
I've got Bobby Valentino
Bitch I think I'm Rico
I live life by this G-code
Bitch I think I'm Rico
Them fifteen birds,
another one down and truth tell
You 'bout three feet and half way in the ground
Dawg you better than this
Don't let that money make you no fool
By now you
They're playing deadly games
By dumping toxic waste
Pollution everywhere
More disease, more cancer
Corporations are killing us
Just so
don't
Spit like the rest do it
This here is uncut raw with no effects to it
Say "dope" in a sentence
My name better be next to it
I bring the pain like
the serpent and choked
His ass so fast it
Reversed the process of Earth birth
To the first Earth
I’m Pearl Harbor to the third
Power i’m like the Japanese
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