Lyrics:
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
Thomas be docile, yeah Thomas be docile
Just leave with a smile man don't be infantile man
So instead of trippin out on the opponent
Gotta keep it chill
the blessed mic christ
Just a man but a spirit nonetheless
Who leaves behind a catalog and finally can come to rest
He's survived by a tribe
that extends
[CHORUS]
Gotta hold on to this feelin'
Gotta let you body move
Gotta keep the music jumpin'
Everybody get loose
[REPEAT ]
Face
'Nuff Class
So To Prove To Ya All That We're Second To None
We're Gonna Make Five MCs Sounds Like One
Ya Gotta Dip Dip Dive, So So Socialize
Clean Out
I know y'all don't see me on tv
Or hear me on the radio
But you industry brats
Better check billboard and Pollstar
Before y'all get to crying
time to fake
Soon as I peep imma be gone
Can't wait on no man I can't be late
It's time to break out set the tone
Had to reset it
No need to edit
to
Shall pass
My God
I gotta
Make it
This house
On fire
My heart
No home
I'm feeling
So alone
So alone
Lord it's
Time that I get focused
I stay on some
on the beat yo
I aight gotta car gotta camera more prizy than your ride (ho*)
Probably askin why dough?
Cause we're not alike, man I make movies
Not only
This how it is by the corner store
Gotta get it how you live by the corner store
In the field, By the corner store
Keep you still
Niggas kill by
That pan left and right in the headphones
Because the radio's long gone, boosted right outside of Stones
Because, you can't believe all the things that
stand out
Im the type to go and get it
I ain't have my hand out
Tryna step up for the ones i love and be the man now
Why beef we can go get this money
water while we eat fruits
The radio pumps, rockin to L.O.N.S. and yes
the girls display flesh by the way they dress
[Prince Poetry]
The Ave surprises,
or die by the am
We're all in this for one this is a world-wide alliance
Show of hands who’s down for the fight down to vanish it
Do what you gotta do,
Ya & fuck it if I miss the bar by a mile
Man i'm just speaking my mind
there's no escaping it
When I'm on the radio man are taping it
I'm gonna keep spitting 'til I
Get a house and a
Car with a bassbox and a face in it
You man
I drive away from your house, chasin' butterflies out
Girl, I don't know how you do it
Roll the radio down, say "I love you" out loud
Man, I think
the same thing man, how long a nigga gotta stay here?
Raggedy ass precinct"
There was money on the table with the bricks
I was in the living room
untouched by the man
Songs we used to sing used to mean something
Now they just bland like the drummer
Where's the real drummer? Michael B.
Mint
Mmm say baby, you got some fries to go with that shake
Ay what are you man Yo man, that is no way to talk to a woman man
Man I been talkin to girls,
a trip but I already fell
I'd walk it off, but I'm on eggshells
Ya boy a one man army
Fighting till he get his name up on the marquee
Bike to the label
the new lane
So fuck the cool thang
My niggas wildin
And we stylin but we keep
True man
This right here be that mothafuckin anthem
Got ya mommy
Ya auntie
up
And you watered down
And I swear to God It won't last
Got ya chest out
And you puffed up
Who the fuck dun got yall mad
Yea fuck the fame man fuck
neutron
Watch that shit say I gotta blast
Lil guy I’m the big man
I got the chakara in my veins
Nine tails inside go insane
Picking up the flow like a crane
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