Lyrics:
the car, mine's in this bitch
[Verse 2 - Royce Da 5'9"]
What the fuck do you mean,
that I can't fuck bitch? Fuck this, I've been dope
Flashy but I don't
project
There's another thing I think you might enjoy
Yeah
It's like a meditation interlude in like a live concert at Madison Square Garden
Okay,
red tops out, and I want a lot"
Shirley fainted dead on the spot
Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot
Oh shit!
[Raekwon the Chef]
a sleezy buzzit
Two years was my interlude I fixed my imperfection I got my mind in better shape to spit you the Konexion
Now that I got that off my Chest
shooting for Georgia Tech, like my name was Eddie Elisma
Doing this thing these boys can't mess with me, these boys can't test me
What's left to see, is
small
I needed anything he was the first I'd call
He was down the road with me
If I got in beef
By fucking them hoes with me
He was H-O-T
Kept it real
died (One)
And neither side screamed, "Victory!"
Them niggas can't gather the heart to go ride (no)
So they sneak dissin' on me
Throw my heart
And handle bars like bikes 'bout to blow like innertubes
See me in the tube in the views to interludes
Never see me in the nude, Blade gon' bend the rules
let the streets rock and roll your soul
Swats GA by way of Cascade Heights
Gunshots roadblocks sidewalks and ice
Sold me out for 3.5 grams
by a scale and everybody know it (know it)
I hate it when a pretty girl start snoring (stop that shit)
Lookin' in the mirror like, "you a lucky man"
"Epidodes II" like "Attack Of The Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just
"Epidodes II" like "Attack Of The Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
torched by the sun
You've caught the fever
The day's just begun to burn. Ya!
No you can't stop moving
No you can't stop moving
No you can't stop
cannot associate with liars
Servin' cookie gelato got that fire
Licensed to carry, no Mariah
In the Honda Chipotle servin' two's
Servin' n swervin' what I
"she's number four"
"There's number three just by the door"
Those in the know, don't even flatter her, they go one better
"She was selling speedboats in
weddy weddy weddy)
Mic check (Ladies) One two I can't hear myself (Turn it up)
One two I can't hear myself (Turn it up) One two I can't hear myself (Turn
your perfect shade of blue
But then you walk on by
Like you don't even see
Despite your indifference I can't breathe
I wish that It would change
Get out
a string, like I'm an elephant
Tired being held by a string, like I'm an elephant
In the room, I'm writing my interlude
Sometimes I believe I believe I write
out omo boy stand out
No cap am still the same guy
They know I say facts
Can't rep a yellow flag turn around only to wave white
And when am by the road
like my hoes by the 2
The 2, the 2, you know a nigga just can't choose
That thang, that thunder, hit em with that Pikachu
My side bitch got too many
the blame for my entourage, just stop droppin' names
And you gon' stop getting dropped and mollywopped by the gang
Do your thang, just keep me out of it
My
burn let it burn
Fuck it I say let it burn
Gotta gotta let it burn
Usher Raymond said it first
Usher Raymond said it first
So I gotta let it burn
Gotta
by all types
Cuz even lesbians be wanna fight
Cuz they all know if you ain't da homies then yo hoe just might get the pipe
N they all want it from this
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