Lyrics:
on my porch gettin' high I'm like Smokey
Chipped up celly
Cussin' out Sony (Where the fuck is my cheque?)
Yo! I don't just live by reputation
I'm
yo
Fearsome shit, check it out
Yo, yo
It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder
Said stay strong 'cause his life is now over
I flash back
la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Yo, yo
Can I turn you on by my word spell?
Look into my eyes, think I want you, can't tell
Me, I keep it
la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Yo, yo
Can I turn you on by my word spell?
Look into my eyes, think I want you, can't tell
Me, I keep it
Classic yo, yeah
Immer, wenn ich komme, kick' ich Lines
Wenn ich flow' kicke Shows und ich
Ne, ne, ne, warte mal, warte, warte
Eheh, ich kann besser,
down pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
(Yungstar)
Out H-town, showin surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nuthin but ground
I'm talkin
is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin', then record, replenish, keep writin'
Only bull you should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin', then record,
Wonder why they mad at us
Be mad at ya self
Cuz you don’t want who aint want it bad enough
Everything I felt
Ain’t have no need for no pads
break you down
Cuz a boy like you is only a clown
Iu0027m like aaaay
More jokes and laughs
Iu0027m gonna talk mo shit just to make yo mad
Iu0027m gonna
Eye-ballin' every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint
Break out, find my shit
Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it
Mad bitches walkin' by the fella tryin'
I got a gun, you need to stand fo'
Fuck you bring yo man fo'?
S be the ghost, double R what
First come the hawk, then next be the toast
K
another album by dis evening
Dats another billboard banger
Yo Hayes, Yo Vare
Phase 1, Newtown
Rise di bomber, stammer
Hammer to di copper
Proper
flow, yo!
Yo I got guns from Italy
Smoke trees considerably
I get saluted by the people
When I’m on my block
Yo I got slugs for snitches
No love for
like you
[Chorus:]
[Babyface]
Yo' get her love and much respect
Even if she's got man
Ghetto, player you must understand
That's you baby's momma
Black Thought, yo, the skill assisted
By the Mal-ik B
The symbol you remember me to be type valid
Disastrous, the master just bust
This for the listener
Refrain :
Gyal to bizen roun mad dawgz
Roune boug ka protégé to night and day a
Woy to bizen to mad dawg
Sèlmen a dé nou guin pou faword
Baby si yo try by
on the boulevard travelin' smokin' and drinkin'
Here go yo tokin' you can blow and get hope for the weekend
By the time it's ova' you'll be sober while we be
The glorious days is gone and everybody's doin' bad
Yo, mad lives is up for grabs
Brothers passin' away, I gotta make wakes
Receivin' all types of calls from
better?
We want Beretta and Amarettos
Butter leathers and mad cheddar (c'mon)
Where my niggas with the big dicks? (Huh?) (we right here)
Where my niggas
It's the Master, the Ace and yo, I'm black and it pays
So bust the move on the mad offbeat tip and
It's the dopest, but can you cope this, by far
faulty, nah
Hook
Put yo healing hands on the Buffalo man
Yea yea
He don't got no home he's a nomad
You can't love him too long he'll go mad
Put yo
better be mad at her
I ain’t wit none of that kissing yo ass shit
Cause you can get cut off like the last bitch
Free Willy that boy like to drag shit
2014
Your either hip hop
Or just Anotha opp
This the operation
Mad determination
This'll wake the whole fucking nation yo
Happy birthday
To hip hop
It
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