Lyrics:
Crushing competition like Italians on grapes
My rhymes styles be blending like a Ron G tape
My man where ya going? You can't escape
When the Tribe is in
line
'Til then I'll be sitting in my house
With a big spliff
Watching Babestation Daytime
Boy Better Know is the family tree so fuck
What they're saying
you make my head turn
Omo ele whine and kotch, kotch and then we burn
So we rock them 1 by 1
And then we rock them 2 by 2
Gyal you look dappah, got
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song!
to be named by You
I just want my privacy, please
Uh, you created the story of My Life
And Mine is a public life
So No
Baal, put the tape on him again
sunshine
Niggas follow me like one time
Check it out nig - my
Man Absolute is unsigned, ready to get it on
It's like this upon the mic, yo, I sit upon
Yo,
vendetta
When I spit I kill these rap niggas ancestors
All my tracks slap
No Manchester
Thats a fact you need to know
Before the man test ya'
I jump foes in
the seats
And I splits down nuthin but them swisha sweets
I'm just what reclinin
Nigga bumper climbin
Man what's up in my mouth is steady diamonds
Yeah
bound the musket beside her
With the barrel beneath her breast
Now keep good watch and they kissed her
She heard the dead man say
"oh look for me by
oscuro aquí)
What the hell is wrong with me
I feel so lost, so who is me
I feel so empty in my mind
I want to take it out and die
Feel so alone these
Little Billy cram, just caught my eye,
Duck tail flying as he bopped by
Little Willie crew cut is sitting by me,
But he's so dumb, that he can't see
Dodged so many rainy days, it changed my complexion
Hang up on your ass and say I lost the connection
I turned out to be the man that I manifested
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year)
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year)
breathed hell so hot that you could feel the heat
Daddy was an old time preacher man and Leona would get up to testify
And we'd sing in the sweet by and by
Right next door is a little old man
I seen him eating dog food out of a can
He says, "I got to eat, when I can't afford meat
I barely can stand, on my
bad and all black
A product of the aftermath
All the real ones is gone
And life goes on in a storm
I gotta be there for my first
born
Get
Yeah, yeah
Black Rabbit shit man I know yawl niggas hate to see it
Aye, when we take a public trip
Don't call me by government
Just my alias cause
we comin down and a nigga feel so trilla
Cause Im comin with Big Moe, My Kici and Po-yo
I even gotta tight what cut from the playa Joe
Man let me get
rattling old bones"
This highway is long but I know some that are longer
By sunup tomorrow I guess I'll be home
Through the hills of Kentucky 'cross
the hourglass has no more sand
Talk about love, I am no poor man
On the global campaign in my old tour van
I'm going in a new direction
It's like Goosebumps
are not G's so don't watch my face
Ladbroke Grove is where I re- who?
Man get burst up in the G- who?
Came back with a fresh one, it's new
Don't
Uh, I give my man props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops)
Don't you know that proper respect is what we're giving
(We're giving
Little Billy cram, just caught my eye,
Duck tail flying as he bopped by
Little Willie crew cut is sitting by me,
But he's so dumb, that he can't see
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