Lyrics:
cash, I’ma hustle everyday
I was always taught, I ain’t gon’ never get my way
We gon’ put a nine, uh, r-i-p to K
I had a album that was made, and two
these lazy frowns
Maybe S P Y will be a household noun
And my debut album I'll be hell of proud
And I'll perform in front of a sold out crowd
I'll be so
homies use to tell me that she was no good
But I'm da manic in black
N-O-R's ease whores
So I figga niggas wouldn't fuck with mines
Guess what I got caught
little thots
People who hate me get hit by a rock
All my haters see me at the top
Your girl just gave me... top
Last time you dropped an album, it flopped
around
If I rush the track
Then it'll be crack
Won't never be wack
We can sell by the pound
So stop tryna Rush me
I'm working on the album
Something
Jay
And everytime I heard him talk it Was a code language
Thank You
R.I.P. NIP
Yeah the album finish
My niggas chillin' we getting high
Change the mentality
Getting
brother tried (his brother tried)
He been down real bad since his mother died (R.I.P.)
Yo, stoney sweatsuit I been cozy (cozy)
Lately I been chilling by my
the game while you don't think while you're crafting
Me and P are ripping beats
When we're on the scene, even on studio v's, in the background there's some
Infamous minded
You've been blinded
Cut on your face
Fucking with these mobb giants
They are the victims
We be the victors
Sometime a nigga gotta step up
Behind closed doors with his cohorts speaking with certainty
And most certainly, I am a hypocrite
Why you think I wrote "The First" on my first album are
Uh
Aha
Yeah
Tch, you don't wanna fuck around
C-A-L-I-B-J-O-N-Y-R-O-C-K-Z
C-A-L-I-B-J-O-N-Y-R-O-C-K-Z
I'ma get you with the middle and right
Are we back? Anyways, just wanted to say, come on, you know we had to sneak this in the album somewhere
Yo, what's up guys? I'm Eddie. I'm Troy.
She threw it back, so I had to double track
I put my dick up in your bitch and your bitch is liking that
She like damn, poppa p3rk going to town
I
Talking:Cuz I'm tellin you man they ain't nothing else to talk about
the same shit every motherfuckin album, I don't give a damn how many he put
out
featuring Big Punisher KRS One
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS!
Verse one: KRS One
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me
Than
right by the runway let me feel like bree
This c's'll come like a pocket rocket now the gang in Central with Cee
Had my case papers printed now I've got
make
Me think dip dy dip to the socialize
Of americal not America mer
Medler rich peddler "hold up?
Which ways up whatever high
Heather by bush push
spins at 33 and a third r.p.m.s
The shinin' star win and drop another gem
Hook:
Never lose touch never lose sight
Never lose sight of my
just playin
Yo chill, yo chill chill chill man, chill man
We gon' save that for YOUR album, "Thug-acation"
Papoose, comin soon
A&R's, holla at me
waiting for the day when Clinton legalize weed
[Dom PaChino a.k.a. P.R. Terrorist]
It's like gun play when my darts spray
Leave you scarred today,
come in?
I need every excuse to be alone, and humbly
shut the door.
My eyes
are my worst defenses,
gouged by the seeing of things as they are and must
than Jessica and Miguel
Now if you're peeps of the Sheep then we'll let you in
But if you didn't buy my album then you're not my friend
I recommend you
some real shit
That's how we gone rock throughout the tape, you know what I'm talking about
Still operating man, I ain't went nowhere
R.I.P Nipsey
non nicer
Kicking shit like soccer with diapers
I am P.R.O.
That stands for Power and Rule over the Cipher
It's only right I link up with the Doc to do
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