Lyrics:
my ways
Drop a few lines, leave a bitch in a daze
Have her homegirls wonderin' what she do
Fucked around and gave me that pussy too
I be doin' this
'cause it's cursed
makin' money makes a difference day by day so I gotta stay
paid, no doubt, day in and day out
This life is like a vicious cycle
Mix-A-Lot]
Yeah, I'd much rather be behind the mic, then the gat
But the simple fact that my pockets is fat
Means I can't relax, you know what I'm sayin?
Haha
is the limit
But this world is full of envy hold me back I've been done it
Shit what you thought see-Bo wasn't down
It's just hella hard to get up when
fly, squabbled this sucker shanked em in the eye
But just living in the county is a serious task
Nigga didn't know what happened, didn't have time
go to street, cop two keys and a bird
So y'all better have what you owe me! By sundown
Or else I'ma get Mystikal, Naughty By Nature, my boys
about to sneak up on you and your crew
Ya know what I'm saying ayyo check 1-2
Ayyo masta killa I want you to put one up in 'em son
And show 'em you
"In this country a man's home is his castle."
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run - cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
or you disagree
It's a big ting, it's a big ting
In the world we live in but
All I know is not matter what, I know seh I'm a man
You know I mean?
the cord
Cause I does more than that MC from The Lords
While you be frogging like Bud-wei-ser
And rapping is what you slacking in
I'm knocking MCs outta
of theres
And the end, everybody up in here
In this atmosphere
So make it clear, live long and prosper
Much success
Even if you wish me the opposite
To quote
the "Merc" in "Merciless" (What?)
This cutlass is the hearse you gonna get
(Aye) best respect my range
I smear like stains (Huh?)
You want storms? I'll bring
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
to jack
Called RIP and Stratejacket
Number One Assassin is fully strapped
We belled through hell in khakis, locs, and black skully caps
So satan called his
Luke (Luke)
How much liquor it gonna take to get it crackin' in this bitch
Look I came to get it in now why you actin' this bitch
Turn down for what
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into
Let 'em sleep
Goodness me
Tell me what should this be?
Why you in my live talking shit?
I ain't saying shit to you
Keep my pride on my hip
That's
another young G in on this mic
He's called a Yungstar, he's comin so tight
(Yungstar)
Then bring me in
My skin is my sin
I'm thinkin brand new what
I'm KRS and we get ill
Dj Scott Larock got his own beat
The extravagant life is what we seek
I will tell you like this cos I know for a fact
I will
This the graveyard shift all black window tint
Ain't no problem beat 'em down sit back take a sip
Four to four we down and out two biddies in the mix
another young G in on this mic
Hes called a Yungstar, hes comin so tight
(Yungstar)
Then bring me in
My skin is my sin
Im thinkin brand new what Benz
Off
psychosis
I post this, in moments it's vogue, it's in focus
This opus is Apotheosis (Let's go kids!)
If I'm 'bout to be deified
I'll give you the peace
And the team getting big
3 continents ayy
Anything I want I say and its done in a day
Send mix to Russia it’s done by the AM
Round the clock shit - нам не
To the graveyard"
It's the number one crew in the area!
"Known for sendin' garbage MC's
To the graveyard"
Yo, I got a death wish
That's why I talk so much fuckin'
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