Lyrics:
love
never give out hugs
I'm Hearing rumors
niggas talkin like bgottoo hea, wont use his gun
Talkin to my og she b saying Shid I'm 1 of 1
Load drop i
writing rhymes, inspired by Illmatic
I’m still at it, every record I record leave
The record shattered
Cause I’ll be in the lab for a month
Searchin for
to give me anyway
Anyway stay woke stay woke
Never lackin anyday
Still ain't tripping J. Cole listening
Honda whip on the e way
Anyway
Ain't nothing new
yea I'm still Wile E
But shorty why don't we take it up a notch
Bitch is crazy wanna smoke a double dutch
Hopped in my whip one stop we at the shop
Mess wit' mafia venetian red
A mask on my face for the masquerade (Who he be?)
Talkin' bout' tha yen I dissertate (Sensei)
Talkin' the mission ninjas
Look, they be talkin' hot, I don't even know him So for that, I'ma hop out throwin', pushed like Vs, I don't need to be loafin
Check his health, his
a whole lot of
Guap that I ran up
Motivated by all the hate I see
Bitch, I slide with the tank on full
Even when the tank on E
Bitch, I don't
Everyone said
the top
Ain't no stop
In the Siix
How many bands
Can I make in a week
Wit no sleep
I'm still a beast
I ain't no weak bitch
But a little bit geek
They try
B
Joe been crack way before my philosophy
Banned from TV, BET won't play me
Still we do it B.I.G. it's all gravy
It's our reality, you call it
One more time for y'all, y-y-yeah, huh
If you didn't know you know now, OutKast, Stankonia
We shittin' on e'rybody talkin' that bullshit
Now
up A.Y.E’s tank
Now Apollo everywhere
Getting paid in every state
For the way we entertain
And how we play the game
I’m still the same
Young man from
he gettin' dirt and really told on his people (he folded)
In the streets, deal with O's of perico (word)
Look at this nigga arm, you can tell by
ain't compatible, they be fallible
If you wanna challenge me with a battle we better saddle up
I work for battlers,seal it by pittlin pattilin
Tittling
goin' on with the Unit these days? (let 'em know)
Well I'ma tell you e'rybody gettin' paid
And I hear you niggaz talkin', prayin' on our downfall
Took
they got away, they just get by (true)
If she say that you the only one that's fuckin', she a lie (where you at now?)
Standin' over the stove tryna
Aynjewl Faycc
I.Q.
You cant take nuthin’ from me
Only my life when I D-I-E
When I D-I-E i’n’t nuthin’ to me
You takin’ from the people
What um given
is Grand Larceny
Grand Larceny
I'm a kleptomaniac when a jam is packed
You can fight all night, but you'll still get jacked
By the show
and Pimp see you know they down wit us
Black Rob and Eightball, down wit us
M.J.G. you know he down wit us
B-Legit and E-Feezie down wit us
My nigga
Yeah, classic hip hop shit
Dr. D-R-E
Rozay and Jay, let's get 'em
We started out moppin' floors
And now we front row at the awards
Number one
finally came
Brought to you by Murder Dog Magazine, Magazine?
Magazine like my street
15 years in the game and I still ain't reach my peak
Be on the look
your still my man so
Get on the mic and do the best ya can
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya don't stop
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya
and my weeples natural hustlers
If you need that then come get plugged by us
223's comin' out the state from us
This is Sic' Wid It, you can't fuck wit
about to see
A pastime hobby about to be
Takin' to the next degree
By M-E-TH and the bloody Chef Boyardee
Watch out bitches is too nosey
Backhand
And I still held my own like a meetin
This for TrellTheGod T.D be preachin
M.O.E we the shit far from decent
On your block I show out like its cleavage
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