Lyrics:
the trumpets band, and
They say they want the drugs to stop
But I'm a major setback when my album drop
I got that wet crack flow out ya mami's pot
I got that
the trumpets band, and
They say they want the drugs to stop
But I'm a major setback when my album drop
I got that wet crack flow out ya mami's pot
I got that
out my system
Wisdom, becomes no match for my addiction
If the truth hurts I would rather lie
Near by your side, with you throughout the night
I
A Honda, 10 Deep in a Van(e)
Wire the chicken in advance cuz to me it's all the same
Loved by everybody but I got some vile enemies
I can't fight for shit
you forget.
Get, get, get.
La da de dah da da, La da de da da da dow dom.
I'm in and out a pig channel serrated by hand feeders.
Army of vicious
(Verse 1)
I was motivated by Scherff, now I'm killin every verse
Remember when they hated, now my album on they shirt
I got different flows, this
a game, ain't no time for fun
I'm the young rap Lord, so I gotta hold it down
It's Easy Mo Bee, G. Rap and Jinx Da Juvenile.
Verse 3: (Kool G. Rap)
to kill ya, when ya on top they tryin to still ya
Surrounded by playa haters, how you gonna make a million?
Own boys be tryin' to take ya spot, you think
Shyheim (T.M.F. #2)
Twenty-seven (Yea, yea, yea, yea)
Wu-Tang (Stapleton, Killarmy)
Shyheim (T.M.F., Trife the under structure)
Word (What's
vibe karo vibe karo vibe
Meri puri album tumhari hui bhai
Nashik da ekam
emcees
Mister don’t-give-an-f-still-won’t leave
Have you ever seen the game without
Me? That’s like a facelift
Yo, I want you to doubt me
I’m gonna leave
attention, so let's watch it unfold
I guess I f**kin' fuse an indie or a major
Got a new album all day, get you some of this recipe flavor
Off top, 15 beat
at all dem bubbles at da bottom
Project Rugrat, I'm where they slung at
Copped the ounce dime bag by my nutsack
8th-grade goonin', 9th-grade foolin'
But I'm a fool untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a nigga wan' buy some things
I
get eclipsed
And then I star in the movie (LexNour)
Where the underdog leaves the
Wholе game straight confused
You think you rappin' with a
God, you
da game
2 one mother f'er dwizzle sippin on da sizzle
And dat's fo' sizzle
Fo times for da riddles
You we is bar
Everywhere we go u noe who us are
You
nobody F'in us
Seen a lot of faces, been through so many phases
Give me Cristal baby man up, man up, yeah
Proud of the mental methodical mind hunter
attitudes
I be blowing up I be getting all attention
I'm living off the album and your living off your pension
L O V E
L I F E
Cause I be blowing up, I be
I don't play around, nor do I f around
And you can tell by the
Bodies that are left around
When some clown jumps up to get beat down
Broken down
kid, put it in ya pocket"
Nahmean?
Make a brother feel good, word up!
Brother feel energised
I wanna dedicate this one to the game
that put me
Blaze, gyèt manman manman manman’n
Written By: Clifford Wendy Odige (Cliowen)
Mixing & Mastering by: Yuri Da King
Label: Prototype Entertainment
96 like class eradicate da pussy bust it open like a valve
WiFi lit I ain't goin back broke
Took the rims off now u choke on smoke
Game on lock you
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
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