Lyrics:
to your caucus
Like the Rucker, balling, like I'm Zuckerberg, oh Cole you lost us
This is just my stream of conscience, the train of thought is Acela
and little change nigga
But um, I gotta do what I gotta
Even if it take us slangin CD's and narcotics
I gotta little square when the penetentiary
cause
tape or CD
The girl-boy killa, no team illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel
We been hot for a long time burnin like a candle
What you can do is
to the dirt, spread the word like you heard it first,
Now it's all twisted, somebody told the truth but they missed it,
I put it on my CD but they skipped it,
the games
Out the same Queens crew, but two different names
JnJ and QMW, here to bring the trouble too
I wild on any track like that son I be runnin you
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osiris of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers
This like, this '97
Aight my
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osiris of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers
This like, this '97
Aight my
he freak that flow
And it sound like dough
Then it let you know, boy
It's gotta be us
We been rocking these beats since the early 90s
If you don't
by all our fans who understand that we will make it
Serving as a reminder... supporters we got behind us
Opening for a show im at the bottom
niggaz built your rhyme from my sess tree
Faggots, homos, yo, my flavor liver than a dobo
Stay militant kid, push it like bolo
You fucking idiot, playing
just to get by
I just pushed down
Whippin' on the corner with a bag in the trunk
For all my niggas never having enough
Like what the fuck is ever
I burst upon any track without reasoning
And add flavor to it like some all purpose seasoning
I'm amazing with the shit that I contrive
Side been
Real shit, you know that shit that we've been waiting on for so long?
Oh yeah like - yeah bro I got these tracks but they're fuckin' almost ready
until the next time see ya
Me and Kid hit the studio in East Orange, that 604 Central, owned by his parentals
Ran into the homie Chad Piff, who was there
on a track
Keeping it G ain't nuttin, you ain't gotta like it cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it
Watch a young
off my level six
You can't proceed I'm like a rebel kid
Makin the devil get
Mad, when the bass and treble hit
So wise up
Keepin yo eyes up
I'm
the games
Out the same Queens crew, but two different names
JnJ and QMW, here to bring the trouble too
I wild on any track like that son I be runnin you
that flow
And it sound like dough
Then it let you know, boy
It's gotta be us
We been rocking these beats since the early 90s
If you don't know me, man
soundin just like rae
If you a gambino, give credit to the flow
If you not a part of this kid act like you know
Fuck the studio, cappachino the great
Fly
on y'all kid, now where your mans at?
Faking the real like, "Damn I can't stand Cappa'"
Then my wardrobe flooded the next chapter
Y'all heard about us
on y'all kid, now where your mans at?
Faking the real like, "Damn I can't stand Cappa'"
Then my wardrobe flooded the next chapter
Y'all heard about us
alive too, imagine that
So many people happy now that we back
Nappys on the track and we lovin' this feedback
Still your verse was cold like Kobe
hoes spittin wicked shit is ridiculous
Back off, jack off, ya'll ain't spooky
Bitin' my CD's like they delicious cookies
> From Sicily, France, back
gangs drug slanging that ain't right
To drive-bys with .45s in dark nights
Like word up that's no lie who knows why (knows why)
The people can't fathom
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