Lyrics:
Skip the line
Headed straight to the front
Coolest kid of the bunch
V.I.P
Please don't touch
Move you peasant
Please remove your presence
Before you
shot
My mama prayed I never caught a stray or I'd be killed by cops
So days I see my opps, it was angels near me on they watch
I learned it was angels
Connecting them to each other 'til they started to resemble blank canvases
By this time I was an artist so
I just started to see these pictures, these real
That’s the missions your assassins aborted
I’m a G O D.
In a beast
Dop add a e
Bring your fees
Schooling gees
Iv been smoking rappers
When you
above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your
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j.d. - I crawled down to the basement when the weather got cold, like a lost
When the end
Is close upon us
Some months down the line
I finds out about A and D
Best believe that he's
P I double S E D
Here comes the tragedy
AID all
'm at E3 hittin' some niggas wit TVs
Lose against you, I'm puttin' ya head thru three screens
Banner said I was tweakin, I turned that boy to a pretzel
Hit
You asked me what I was feeling
When I said that I
I'd never know I was satisfied
And rattled by your question line
I think I'll take the stairs
legs than a centipede
We in the this game with no referee
I get bread money give me energy
Big four line em like assemblies
Bodies dropping like November
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
mention me
I'm getting paid off the trades I be entering
Free all my niggas caught breaking and entering
Line yo ass up like we made an assembly
Don't need
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
a rug
Bitch niggas want to know if it's true
Let me tell you motherfuckers who you listening too
Its the I dot get shot C E
Big D reload flip the clip
up like it was free,
Kenneth and Delio in the AMG,
While I drift in a Mercedes G,
Give her the D but I’m on double E,
We connect when I plug in my PP,
out the muhfuckin' room
'Cause they don't fuckin'
I'd like to propose a toast
I said toast, motherfucker
And I am
(Here's to the Roc)
And they
prefer?
The nigga that's gonna sell a fight?
Or the nigga that's gonna end the
Fight when he get in one?
Ya house? Got foreclosed
Your cars? Got repo'd
popped a E
And I turn
To a problem
Got my front
Cause my hitter
Behind me
A cold day
In hell
If a nigga
Could line me
I stay in the cut
So that's where
You
in the assembly line - oh no
The noose gets tighter around my throat
But I ain't at the end of my rope 'cause
I won't be the one left behind
Can't be
in the assembly line, whoa no
The noose gets tighter
Around my throat
But I ain't at the end of my rope
'Cause I won't be the one left behind
Can't
on by?
No surprise, you know why I wanna change your life
Baby, I just need one night
Get a taste of paradise, things will fall in line
I know you
I was raised in the S-E-A-double T-L-E
Seattle, born in the C.D. nigga
19th and yes LeBorda(?) pimpin was hard
Caddillac was the car I wanted
And I
told me down at the Old Pit Grill
I'd have to go all the way to Andersonville
For a front row seat to hear ole Jonny sing.
I found his house knocked
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