Lyrics:
die tomorrow
Never gave my all, yeah I gotta admit it
All the times we had together got me reminiscing
Now that I'm without you it feels like something
on hoes
Hoes spend money on me
Like to make em buy me clothes
By using my mouthpiece
I tell em I ain't got no bread
I ain't got no paper
You heard
the middle like a fullback
It's my drug, head to head contact
Mack 11, my best friend in full effect
That's the beat that you been lookin' for, no pussy
sweaty, and I started to shake at first
Something told me, "Try to fake a stomach ache, it works"
I screamed, "Ow! My appendix feel like they could burst!
what the man said
Bitch now un ask it
I got to have it
When hittin' licks I'm a savage
You hoes is plastic
I got a semi automatic pointed at your
by plastic
Think you can beat me? You gotta' be jokin' hoe...
Threw a brick in Houston, Texas, broke a window in Tokyo
Your sister stole my money,
Bad ass bitch she was the one to holla at
Had another bitch by the name of Pricilla
You know that bad bitch, she taste like vanilla
In my car looking
with Belle
Delphine's bathwater
You're parading in this legend's shadow
Like an ad sponsor
You had your fans simping over your eyes (Aw)
But we know
box with the beat like my name was Rahzel
Bout time that I raised the barbell
I box with the beat like my name was Rahzel
You see this depends on when I
cage|Boy, you shoulda seen me fly|I ain't into keeping still |And watching life go by|I've the whole world at my feet|I skip along to my own beat|That's just
to handle the ropes
You see my hands are full
Skimming through this manual searching for the intangibles
Surrounded by these animals, biting flesh like
up in your condo
Hate a noisy woman, why you all up in my convo
[Chorus]
Let me hold something, look at you killas, like you owe something
Stole
with a gun
you can't fuck with the tongue or the way the song is sung
by lateef and blackalicious we keep it fat, delicious
complete and grant your
like a lieutenant
I'm that nigga, like I came outta thriller
I'll make it out alive
You will always see me thrive
It's something I can't deny
Putting my
Glock 19
Fully loaded clip
Extension with some magazines
(Ay)
I don't tote that fye
But I got killers all round me
(Ay)
Say you like my style
Lil
like you got it all
And you ain't got shit but a image to uphold
You niggas can't, do it like me
Mix that Baccarat with the Creed
Something bout me
the street
Niggaz like fuck crack Ruck rap to the beat
I'm aight I'll be back week listen
From day one I had bad start
To eat moms stole meat out the path mart
Sniffing them Xans
Posting pics on the Gram with a bitch who looking like the Michelin man
You a stick in the sand I'm a champion
Go head try to beat me it
mama was with me
You use to come over and she would offer every penny
And we ain't have it like that so you know that's saying plenty
With you by my side
dissing me
You're not for the culture, you are trickery
You boys take shots, but like your girls, you're missing me
Y'all definition of a rapper don't
it oh no
I guess you know
Gotta' speed up like ready, set, go
Ay, got you in a headlock, bro, just tap out
Just stole your girl, get locked out
I'm
listen to no goofy shit I do this bitch, All Day
Yeah yeah
Yeah
I remember how they said it's best if I adapt
It feels like you're on to something it's
begin to teach
Many of you are educated, open your mouth and speak
KRS-One is something like a total renegade
Except I don't steal, I rhyme to get paid
to tell them, "We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no-one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show, and then I
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