Lyrics:
and leave the best revenge for karma,
Embezzle and invest, I can spit like lava,
Let me spell it out for you show you my diorama
I'm Jaik Iconik, best flow
been dead or in jail by this time
Niggas try cut me out but they can't block the shine
And even if these niggas kill me, I still would never die
They
as well leave her alone
She ain't gon do nothing but stress you out (that's all she gon do)
You might as well go get your own (aw yeah)
I see you smiling
Paranoid, looking over my shoulder
Suspicions has grew
They really out to get me preparing for that encounter
Deven on my side, he the reaper making it
leave the shit for the septic
Say what you mean if you said then you meant it
They count me out had to creep thru the crevice
All that guilt on they face
I gotta get it the fast way
Gotta get it ski mask way
By any means necessary
Imma go run up a bag aye
I was in that whip on south beach
Doing
words came honest and true
(I'm packed up looking the other way)
I was down drowned out my last tune
(Take a shot get prepared for the chase)
We don't got
in a hearse leave your head dispersed from your body
Your torso and your head going to get divorced
I'll stomp you out with force
Maybe drown you
Niggas don't run it up
Gotta get mad now
Crush all my weed cause
I grind by myself now
If you don't speak money
You gon get kicked out
You niggas are dogs
dozens of Christmas songs during my time with the Failure Club. Songs, they just came so easily to me. They just poured out. And by the first year of being
thang go
Talk shit you get hit with the red eye
Ain't really with the talking I'll dead guy
Leave you with a fat lip and hit the runner up
I ain't leaving
for real
Shit ah leave you traumatized, look at how I started
Just ah young niggas tryna make it out the projects
I'ma get this money with my niggas,
a Thuggish Ruggish motherfuck
We come to party, some of my partners come to fuck it up
Scuff 'em, turn the fuckin music up
Get it crunk, nigga what, fill up
Man, what's up with these niggas out here
Mad at us cause we on top
I love to see niggas getting money
Better get it while the getting is good
of the light
Weight now pop a gun wit them now
Where the fuck them clowns at kickin' the dough for the pussy by the hour
Where the them hoers at get your
Clue
Clue
Clue
Clue...
[Big Boi]
Out of the basement
Out of the dungeon
Look at these broads
What have you done to them?
Rippin'it, sippin'it
you let these D boys move out your house
We ran open, red hook, we can't use that to cook
Mykill from Averfeild with a murderous look
Leave you shook
could get to heaven if I give them hell
Man I really love the skin I'm in, it's black as hell
Oh my shawty look like cinnamon, she wear it well
Out
you from (Throw it up )
Rule number 6 never leave without yo gun
Always strapped up we ain't going out for nun
Ion believe in sneak dissing
Put
quickly
Just like Ali, sting like a bee
Before you get up, knock you out your seat
Quiet after 10
Leave your body on the pavement
Cop grabbed me, so I'm
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
It's either you play ball or you drug dealy dealy
Standin' on the block when the spot get hot
Guaranteed to get set up, by a crooked cop
So I'm
more
I, there hoping for some sunrise
Happiness would be a surprise
Loneliness no longer a prize
Rapping at my chamber door
Seeking out the clever
(let's get it)
Thirty on me, Rollie on me
Smooth in the cut with that thirty on me
Sippin' on codeine, that's dirty, homie
Goons out right and they
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