Lyrics:
the DPG'z
Ba-by...
Verse Three: Kurupt
Eryday, I bust rhymes and recite
In ways that make MC's stop in daylight
I'm the deadlies MC you wanna see
I let the instrumental do the talking for a second ay
So you could understand the mental space I'm in today
Wait
Don't throw me the ball my nigga I
the world from someone else’s shoes
And reflect on what really do I have to lose.
(Instrumental break)
Ay, verse 3
Took a little while for me to be me
about to bust your bubble like a tree lord
Too much marijuana got me p-noid
I'm killing instrumentals with that All So Simple Can It Be, boy
Shout to Lil
lately
[Verse 3]
I haven't felt very productive lately
I guess that's partly my fault to put it plainly
Sometimes it's hard to do what you need to
I'm
Douche and it's coming both ways (Yea) (Yea)
I know she lovin'
She fuck with the instrumental (Yea)
Drive her mental, Gold on her Dental
Wetin Dey sup
I
The first time was me tellin' my poppa thoughts over instrumentals
Now it's instrumental that I dive way deep in my mental
Earnin' credentials
With
and pulling with all your might (That I’ve got to choose)
Adding to the fight inside me which is searching for the light. (Between you three)
Such a hard
popped the pistol
That's the issue, just got a rental, just for instrumentals
I'mma keep the bitch 'til December
And park it on Broadway, long way from
to the hurting(Nah)
I been by my lonely(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
No you cannot hold me(No, no, no)
Legend in the making balling hard just like I'm Kobe(Fasho, sho, sho)
I
of dropping an E.P
Nah nigga, shit too H.A.R.D
Peace Peace with your lungs say peace peace, Peace Peace
Looking good on paper and in 3D, 3D
I had thoughts
1. The Beginning
[Instrumental]
2. Better Than This
I've shed these tears a hundred times.
The bottles are broken, my well runs dry.
All these
the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Ooh! Rev ain't right,
the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Ooh! Rev ain't right,
(3:55)
1st Verse Sheila says the heart is just a muscle Sheila says the heart is cooled by time Hiding out for years down in these trade winds
chorus)
(instrumental Em jam)
Trying to look at you
And see inside your head
Don’t you know about
The way we are, and the
Way we appear to be?
(repeat
I made three racks off of selling beats in two weeks broke bitch, what you telling me
I'm on another level, J Dilla my fingertips, all my
ain’t never trying to hide my affiliation wit’ God
Holy and righteous by the Lord’s standards
Praying my life go the way the Lord planned it
And I’m
daddy I'm gonn make money
Hustle regardless to the way you talk
Name my blessings them one by one
I be hustler yeah
No need to chill my Breda get money
neck
And do a suplex and step
So nigga you can check my credentials
Just hard rhymes and instrumentals
Xzhibit smash you wit a dental
And a loaded pistol
could be told
(Chorus)
[Instrumental break]
[Verse 3:]
It's been so long since I last heard your laughter
So many letters and still no news
I hope you
instrumentals lead guitar
A gaze ma eye on your back tyre 3taamu basaa yeah
Accra girl to Guinea Bissau
Adib3sa yi me terry bom chakaa yeah
Abide by the law
the heated seats
I spit instrumental bitch I don’t need a beat
Diss me
Im at a niggas neck like “beeda beads”
They be like J-O how you rhyme that crazy?
Pass
to show, I book ya
The highest way I took ya; is you's a good looker?
Queens is residential; I make the presidentials
Over instrumentals, I utilize
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