Lyrics:
piece by piece
Brick by brick, step by step
Still I'm underground just tryna breach the sediment
This beat is hitting spitting like a speech impediment
We
incredible
Released three CD's in three seasons, don't let me catch you
And you shouldn't really speak to me unless I let you
(Wait Nick, come talk to me!
Niggas ain't real fake fairy
He ain't getting cheese broke dairy
Ratchet with me only bitch I'll marry
Underground if he play turn em blacker then
capital P
Lemme cut ya toenail back for ya
Wassup, my cuddie? You go J-Digg
Man, it's the water, it's the water (church)
And I'm the Mac Minister
I don't feel clean, but a nigga so paid
Got the clean white tee with them fresh Air J's
I ain't got the charger, I got my bitch Escalade
Sippin'
PAP3R Lyrics
By J-R
[Intro]
J-R uhhhhuhhh
The money the power the hoes in that order money over bitches that’s order I don’t care what she want
of the evidence
It's over, she's gone for good
Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby?
Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye
The last thing you hear
it's easy as 1-2-3, hah
[Verse 2: Heather B]
Ask me and I tell ya, I'm a tryer not a failure
Inspired by the likes of Mya and Mehalya
Some records
Independent lady, still up for the babies
Could be the house wife or the Boss type, it's crazy
My boo go to church, three days a week
My boo put God first,
drinking all the Monkey
And Lord Jazz, hit me one time, make it funky!
"Excuse Mr. Funke man (yes DoItAll)"
-> _Here Come the Lords_ *repeat 3X*
[Lord
belly
Meet her at the telly, collect my fee
While your counting from the pen, I'll hit y'all up at 3
I said
Me and my bitch, me and my bitch
By any
is I wish by Skee-Lo
If you say boom three times Imma yell way ooo
So come on ride the train if you know then you know
And if you feel a little lost
But your music is by far shitter
I've been in my zone
And I've been in my head
I've been havin' thoughts on how I can get the bread
Always fuckin
to church
Letters of Paul? You better call him Saul like Bob Odenkirk
Old school - a good old boy with a new message
Money trees wilt - I'm here to teach
grinding, I made it three feet
And I got three feet to go
Cause been six feet under from a long time ago
Me and Colton Grundy, bloody money
Now I climb from
My pedigree is so heavily concecrated
Pyramids built by mortals shit my times wasting
Gotta eye blinking 3rd rock from the sun my niggas
Still
at you, new truck show it at you
Stay dipped right down to my feet - yeah
My underground tore 'em down by the street
It's me, the MC, the E - D.
O. U.
muh'fucka, that's all he ain't got some
How you like the sound, Petey three sound
Hip-hop, R&B and underground, here playa
It's me this year, WHAT MY NAME IS
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
killed for no reason
They'll open fire in a church while pastor preaching
Killed 3 of my n***as in my city all in a weekend
I can't believe it, they had
I remember
cs a little kid
Watching my older
Cousin
Go in and out of jail
Not sure
I took it so well
We used to go to church with him
ct victory
to raise it
Thirst for the mils so long
I salivated
Blew checks I'm validated
In the H they respect me like
J prince
Hustled by the night
Spent it all in
of the evidence
It's over, she's gone for good
Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby?
Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye
The last thing you hear
shout out to FGE
That's WunTayk, T-O-3, J Real, Jayln, and No Fatigue, yeah
Rap God, FGE shit, you already know what it is
New album on the way, May 20th
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