Lyrics:
[Master P talking]
It's like all the shit we done been through, the average company
They probably would've gave up by now
But No Limit, we constantly
a la fama con su álbum Illmatic
Producido por Prince Paul, era el grupo "De la soul"
Jay-z 19 Grammys y reventaba los bolos
Si yo te digo Eminem el resto
No sound comes out, but I'm singing
Grab me by my waist, set me on fire, be my only
'Cause that boy is danger, that boy is danger
Taking my MDMA from
I like Shake Shack,
I like MOMA,
And New Jersey's ripe aroma
The parade's when i see 'em and even the DMV
And the Brooklyn bridge by bike
Heck,
forget
That boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Proud to be locked by the force
Tryin’ to hustle some things that
Go
than my dick
Fat Boy is a new spliff
That's word to crip I be on that shit
I'm the lil' nigga they not fucking with
I told Jay Dee link me with the 80
We
leave? Can I emcee? Can
I have two letters at least?
Can I have it down to z, down to a t
With recipe with the Ice T
With Jay-Z and Nas, maybe Pac
and Church Avenue after our maintenance crews investigated reports of an unusual sound (unusual sound) on the tracks near Greenpoint Ave.
All tracks
Call up some friends disturb the peace
Play a smash by Jaz or Jay-Z's dope release
Like a Dove Bar freshly dipped
So you can hook and sling and slip
where the boys die by the thousand
Back when Pam was on Martin yeah that's where it all started
When Denzel was blottin' carpet, I'll pack a nine
of a man
Materialism their new religion
Six god says get them jays boy I say it's hedonism
Six god says summer sixteen boy that sound like Satanism
Six god
done came from beggin' niggas for Js
To sellin' out all my shows like I'm HOV
Jay Z my flow so pimp like hoe, pay me
I've been ballin' out these shows
young thing
That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings
Meeting Michelle at the hotel
While Jay and Tone on the way to the after party
Got
the fat from 'round me, had to lean it up
Please send a sign if you hear me, mama
Yeah, this lil' Jay, I'm hopin' you forgive me, mama
By the way, I had
to me
You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out
Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out
Syndicate mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks
You
To play me, ba-by, hey he,
Gone need a track from God featuring Jesus or Jay-Z
Go on floss; ball where it cost
Smile for the cameras, take your shirts
Over crack back then
For you to wear jewels, had to ask back then
Flashback I was trappin' on
A stoop pitchin'
That's when Jay Z was rappin' like
(hello)
Using my name in vain like I won't damage the boy
You think niggas was shooting your fat ass out of canons before (I'm that nigga)
Niggas is
wishes and mad niggaz is getting headaches
I'ma warn you, this shit here is about to get pathetic
And there's fucking boys getting shipped out by FedEx, If
how you rollin
A 40's what I'm holdin when I'm rollin around
We got the top down bumpin the sound
It's the boys from the V-Town, come right inside,
how you rollin
A 40's what I'm holdin when I'm rollin around
We got the top down bumpin the sound
It's the boys from the V-Town, come right inside,
Better Know man should've
Knew I never said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better Know
It's money making
even phase me
I'm already charged up, ready for a round 3
You ain't sleeping soundly
We don't need no sounds peep
She can tell me everything by speaking
(hello)
Using my name in vain like I won't damage the boy
You think niggas was shooting your fat ass out of canons before (I'm that nigga)
Niggas is
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