Lyrics:
get the crew more drip than a fountain
I done came from the bottom, don't care what they're talking
'Cause money won't solve all your problems
Got
I Miss You
Mr Lil One ( Album : Once in a Decade Pt. 2 )
Yeah, I wanna dedicate this one to my Mother and my Father
Here we go
I'll be showin' up
started
Dropped 2 albums sounded so apart and
Y’all still in the same spot, sound the same as we all did, yeah
Don’t compare to me these others
We are not
"monkeys on parole"
And how many copies did the first album
"mop: to the death" sold?
And if "how about some hardcore" went gold?
What up with these r&b
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's malik my hobby's putting
the time, and I just wanna shout,
I get so troubled by my purpose; what's it all about?
Got no time for fake friends, please, keep it real
They said "cheques
in the 3rd degree
And to the kids you don't wanna be me
I'm up in the mix of action, where niggas wanna kill me
But it's the start of they ending my
to worry bout mine
Gimmik niggaz was dissing me, he was fake they was missing me
Came to replace and make history, B I made 'em history
You could feel like
enjoy a glass
May it flow just like a faucet every time you ask
Got the trunk like I was Luke and the Two Live Crews
Minus one, burger moves, let
the fuck up, nigga?)
Turn
Nobody don't wanna cry no more (no)
I seen years go by, but bine been flyin' more (yeah)
Sometimes you gotta lose the battle
on and bring your crew
Cookin' it, cookin' it, whoa, uh, yeah, we got hella food
We gotta skrt, skrt, they wanna take off our shirt, shirt
Elaborate, laborate
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh
[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
the opera
Went and got it, now these niggas wanna knock us
Bitches fallin' 'cause they need a couple dollars
But it ain't a problem 'cause a nigga really
and wanna sell drugs
Dem celebrities wanna be thugs
But when them slugs start flyin'
And the beef comes they start crying I knew he was lying
Wishing,
niggas in the game
A lotta niggas got two albums I can't explain
How they maintain to keep the same migraines
I can't help it if my brain is supersonic
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
dreaming
You wanna know why I'm here
Then 2Real's the reason
Yeah, 2Real, who real all i know is you real
If no one had my back then
I always knew that you
they go get
Yall niggas don't want nothing to do wit me
Cause I spit guns and rhymes like their's two of me
Motherfucker
[prodigy]
Niggas can't be
gotta talk about their whips on their beats
They ain't changing no world
Ain't saving no lives they just talking all that
I'm just smoking my weed still
These 忍者s be mad but they watch and observe
They wanna know when Tony Jay coming back
But I live in the future no time for the past
So these 忍者s they have
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
scams and flimflams
On how they be getting loose when
They’re rusty like the Tin Man
They rap fast, trying to stack cash, but on
The reel-to reel, yo
tell poppa
I rabaqua
Ish Hop
Ya mock my
Shit is gonna be a slip knot enoughs a enough
We reign the clocks got ya
Tech is coming way clean
If you ain't
A million miles a minute, the second I'm in it yeah I be pacing
Bitch I'm back again
Been here since way back when, now let that shit begin
This album 2 but
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