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Because the teacher that you see is not wack
I'd like to stack up all the hits that I've made
Three albums, a triple-layer cake
Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye
I wanna rock, Swaine witta new bop
New hit, new spit take, get off rocks
New clock, new car, 2 door
4 more and we all
and get hit with that thumper hit from the back all my chains round my Neck
Foreign M series leave two hundred on the dash light li flex take a pic with em
his bitch, her pussy stink I'm in the stu, I need a drink
Your pussy splash, it ain't lake I hit the stick like it's 2k
I swing my door, I'm in
"What's he cooking?"
A track about how his gigs are crap
"Fuck him"
I don't do normal gigs
I do boring gigs
8 acts on, doors at 6
By 9 even the promoter
right?
(who the fuck is labeled on the front?)
Plus now i got a cop at the door
Knew who it was before i heard a
Knock at the door, lock of the door
Flies
Collar green like a rottie next door
I really wonder
It's ya boy Roy!
And if you wonder if the raps straight plunder like Columbus did
Outnumber ‘em
year forget last year
last year outta here
ahh yeah this is our year forget last year
last year outta here
yo son try 2 sound like me u cant do that
A yo let me start by saying (say what?)
I'm Sean Price motherfucker I ain't playing
(say what?) you heard me
Catch me in Brownsville projects
Keep two eyes on my associates
And a third on those who I call my best friend
When I pay attention
I see true intentions
In tension
Are you sure you
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
One-two, one-two, one-two
Yeah, one-two, one-two, one-two
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, turn me up a little bit
these ciphers
For a little clout
Grown act unusual
Can't let em distract me
I keep seeing two two two
Fifty in this clip
Don't get hit with this two two
Separate my head from my motions, psychosis space me out
M five two three's start jamming me slow
Speedball, coke straight to the nose
Swear I feel my
own
Shey you want fame
Shey you want them to know your name
Shey you come here to change the game
Two demo albums
They really can’t stunt on your name
(verse 1)
woke up from a long night of sex this mornin
Brushed my teeth, got fresh this mornin
Hear my girl talk a lil mess this mornin
Hit the hood
the back window
Hehe... now what's up, ho?
Let off a couple of shots but he had posse
The nigga came out the door and like just shot me
It didn't hit me
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matching like Santa
If I could just reach my hammer
He bust two shots, I played mice
Ran to the spot were the sun was at, quickly he was blinded by the ice
drop the tape I'll start my own kind of crisis
Hit up every studio when I get my license
I had to make hell a sacrifices
Dropped out of school just
the pace
You bitches actin all 2 face
Breakin ya ankles on 2k
Bitches by the 5's
Bitches by the 5's
Bitches by the 5's
Woah yea yea
Bitches by the 5's
Pull up to the side door nosy ass neighbors keep staring out front
Hard headed ass nigga nah I don't wanna listen
You ain't talking bout much
Homies
your corner for a second time
Hit like two niggas, you pussy niggas have yet to slide
These verses is exercise, lately, I'm feelin' like I'm the best
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
One, two, three, four
Grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on Goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old
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