Lyrics:
to Harlem
If you say "get 'em Mike G" then I got 'em
One man squadron, nigga I'm a problem
From Briggs I got bars and plans to
Pimp these Polish bitches
Now come and take the ride of ya life
With a real G
The ones I'm with are riding for life
Until the wheels bleed
Even when surrounded by lights
We gon
they house
I blow alot of money when I go up in my vault
Cause I'm platinum bound and I'm still hot
Who's tha man who's the boss
Who's the nigga
on a man's bones
But she makes the leavin' worth it commin' home
And I'm rollin' home
Got to keep these big wheels hummin' their song
And if I'm lucky, by
breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, [repeated almost ad infinitum, punctuated by bouts of laughter]
[Man's voice. Begins deep, slowly rising
through with tanks, man droppin them sound
Suckers get played like referee, now you're out of your bounds
I move in territories, areas with scary stories
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
wanna see me on the scene
Last thing you hear is a bang and a scream
Bare mash man want me on their team
’Cause they know from the bust I shot
Heads are
how to feel
Glad I made it like I'm Mike Will nigga
I hop out the Porsche cayenne
She wanna Fucc but I'm not her man
Wheat forces same color the sand
Come on man
You know the fuck how we do this shit
It's hip hop, uh huh (Awww)
Now, now I don't if this record it ever make it (Nope)
This real hip
Who's tha man - who's the boss
Who's the nigga that paid the cost
I really don't give a damn
Cause I ain't the one who's
Gonna take the loss
Uhh I
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
the dozy old bastard
Ignored the onlookers squeals
Outside it had snowed as he shot up the road
He dragged a child under his wheels
Mike Mike Mike
He
Watts, forgive me I'm grooving I'm in my zone
Property of Mike who, he ain't here that lil' nigga gone
(*cheering*)
(*talking*)
Ha-ha ok we gon chill
approaches
Get hung by your laces
Down the mile
We don't ever smile
A threat to the night
If you're in the clouds
It'll
Hijack many highs
No one in the cockpit
with Sprewells on my fifth wheel
My album Who Is Mike Jones, coming soon
My album Who Is Mike Jones, coming soon
Already, I pull up on Perellis with
got no one, then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
[Chamillionaire]
Niggaz was throwing
George Hurrly and Mike Watt, to all those flops
But only when they ain't hangin' out
To Toby dog, to Louie dog, to Matt dog
James Brown, The BSM,
George Hurrly and Mike Watt, to all those flops
But only when they ain't hangin' out
To Toby dog, to Louie dog, to Matt dog
James Brown, The BSM,
And giving me good guidance
Charlie Braxton, Flex, Scarface, Lump, KJ, Cloe
And ATL, Killer Mike, Mat Sonzalla, Bun-B
And all the rest of the O G's that paved
Mike]
And still inside the chamber stands
A single cell with crimson hue
Resealed by spoken word of Man
Imbued with power from spiritual Truth
Two souls
Mike]
And still inside the chamber stands
A single cell with crimson hue
Resealed by spoken word of Man
Imbued with power from spiritual Truth
Two souls
know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
challenging ourselves to
Better than we are white folks
Instead of driving-by using the "N" word
They will say:
(Look! Look at them! Oh! my God!
They're
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