Lyrics:
and ride with a nigga
so I can show you what Dade County really got
See don't be fooled by South Beach
Thinking when you come to the Bottom
You can
and ride with a nigga
so I can show you what Dade County really got
See don't be fooled by South Beach
Thinking when you come to the Bottom
You can
The likes of me, F-you-D-G-E brains compete
Wit CP0-three's intelligence
Accompanied by Mike Z-double-O-T
Shabaam Sahdeeq, Skam, Kweli, and Spinna
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
I woke up out that coma 2001
'bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents: Nigga Witta Attitude,
your torso
I'm torn
Should I implore my imagination?
Or should I ignore it and make a rap creation?
These masterpieces plaster my bathroom walls
disrespected me
When they see these 40 G's
I bet they start switching they energy
And wishing I'll bless them with the checks
That's getting sent to me
Like I
Spend G's overseas got 'em sprung on the game (sprung on the game)
And all in Amsterdam you was hearin my name
I move raps over beats, tales from
the house
[T]
This goes out to my man Tamere
He's definitely in here
What's up to my homey cool G Rap and my Brand Nubian brothers
Special shout out
written by rookies working Montreal Expos
I don't care if you act wild, bring your raps to the studio
I'm a get in your booty, yo
I'm a set up a bag
with people getting money like the finest sear
Catch the herald, I'm fresh chopped
And Bevel Rap on a doctrine level so F. Scott Fitzgerald
Maybe I'm
trip a referee (come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (come on, come on)
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
a C-Class, AMG, I'm too fast (ah)
If I don't get no lean today, I fuck around and relapse (yeah)
Shot his brother in his face, I know that nigga three mad
'til it's a chip in the curb, a stampede
Oh, you box? Bet these bullets faster than your hand speed
Cruisin' in the Van deep
Spot him on his rap tour
somethin'
Bitch, you met you at 2: 30 and
Fucked your ass at 3 somethin'
Who you run up on? Not us
I'ma take my own heat
Shoot three or somethin'
Might be in
keep me good
I do it for the hustler cause I do it for the thugs
I do it for the G's cause the G's show me love
I came in the game 17 real loud only
And the G heat gas waved all your mats
Chemical change, ice point, melt all your raps
Atomic weight, hold shocks, when you call
Refillable gas keep going way
Turn the receiver back on, Kiki stay repeatin'
Apple Watch sends boom bap, BPM ain't 90
Multiply that by two, ask how I'm alive g
Habumbupbupbuhbuh,
don't know laws
You be a rap fraud, knock you off the top of Billboard
Besides keyboards, only thing I love is the Lord
G-G Maccabee, K-P-P rapidly
Aiyyo
momma's tears... shit..
But naturally them fuckin' laws is always after me
So I have to be in that matter on that 5-0-3
I'm livin' dastardly
Must be
Yeah
Shoutout K3
Shoutout ChiTown
Word to Phoenix
We back and better than ever before
Swear on my life
L to the I to the G-H-T
Better behave before I
come to ya
West coast code taught to me by my brotha JVengeance, careful he'll walk up on ya
So I rap about the stuff I don't got
So the day I make it
Look
They prayin' on my downfall, they wish they could stop me
I got hit with three shots and the shit didn't drop me
The neck and the wrist is
a mic in my hand
who decided to rap and fell in love with his fans. And now my flows
are the sickest rated TEN by the bitches, and im getting
ridiculous
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