Lyrics:
a game
Skillset got scouts with open Mouth they Cant explain
Cause he dunk it Lebron James
But a step back and take the long Range Like his name was James
the flyest motherfucker of them all
Chrxs James
We playing chess
I'm a king, he a pawn
I'm going top floor
Come from the lobby
Come from the basement
We come
Them switches hit your ass
And make your ass dance
Like james brown
I got ice around neck the jeweler
Say the Vvs
Ain't no playing both side
You either
James when I'm shooting my shot
Copy and paste bitch I'm moving the plot
Like, shooting like Dame
Straight from the logo I'm putting in pain
Not talking
million by the age of 22
Like Dan from Cedar block him and little Motor
James from Piru street with them boulders
Rest in peace little Noopy he
dream
Produced by Udo Niebergall & Eric Sneo for Beatdisaster Records
Remixed by Cheeky U.K.
Vocals by Bruce Lacy, Michelle Stanley, James Walls, Maloy
bodyguards,
Surveillance around his land spread
He runs a billion dollar organization under investigation,
Plus he's wanted by immigration
Now I'm stuck,
Now I'm 'bout to knock the building, leave this shit in a mess
I'm finished fucking up the spots so now it's back to the rest
See how we kill 'em
the hood like wig shops, look close, I ain't hard to spot
I'm right there at that gamblin' spot, stackin' up a fat not
So if you lookin' for me, I ain't
send packs)
Grow spot next door to the arena
(Right by the Warriors) two rooms
It runs downstairs with veg and ether
I got the yacht waitin' on me out in
grill
Ya know what I'm saying?
Listen
By the age of aquarius
My mind state was gugarious
Various opponents whose stature was hilarious
Like you
Throwing
Nigga where you going?
I'm just on my way
Blinded by the night it's getting brighter everyday
Nigga how you doing?
Better by the way
Grinding my
Lott
The only way you take my spot is with a shot
I grab rappers by the hand and make sure they understand
That they can't scrape j-ro the man
Alchemist you know me man
I'm the type of nigga that write rhymes
Right on the spot in the studio
Soon as I hear the track
You know what I'm sayin'?
that he missed
Envelope sealed with forty of them bands
Found em butt naked, pool stick in his ass
Dope spot hot, only right that we crash
Knock knock,
on up, Outkast elevators
Primos VIP, you blacklist, James Spader
Greet you, and serve you, you're a lyrical
waiter
Blowin up spots, leave only a crater
I'm
to take neighborhood
that have been terrorized by members of the Harpys gang
[James Hahn]
This injunction is going to prohibit the Harpys from
operating in
lovers rising up again
Offend the fool, defend the fool
Condemn the fool, condemn the fool
Pretend the fool will let you down
You can spot the James Dean
into mice
You know the line, money ain't everythin'
But it made all my problems
Disappear like a fuckin' mirage
Treatin' champagne by the boat
Burnin'
They found James Ambrose dead in his cell,
A gaping gash in his arm had drained him down to hell.
No one knew for sure if Ambrose was his name.
(Yung Lan on the track)
(Evergreen with the heat, yeah)
(James about that check, boy)
I chose you (yeah)
Walkin' along, hopin' I run into you
we don't want them by the house
But Skipper started bustin' when he saw them pullin' out
We did them niggaz dirty for fuckin' up our vibe
We packed up
like it or not
I'm claiming my spot
All I need
Is a couple bad bitches calling me
I'm all in deep
Keep a couple real ones by my side
All I need
Is
You don't wanna see a tear drop from my eye
So you better just move homie and walk on by
Cuz I ain't got time, its hard staying alive
All you
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