Lyrics:
The best way to describe me in a word, insane
I dick down chicks all emerged in my fame
Jigga been dope since Slick Rick's first chain
The God, send you
Mullin with the flip grind
Shorty know that I am on a mission, so if we ain't fuckin, baby I can't spend time
Operation Tyrone Briggs time
Operation Tyrone
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
playin' fair
Chris Mullins with the mullet i be long hair
Writin for my life, spit that Paul Pierce
Like "Aw Yeah"
Imma be here all year, You get dropped by
playin' fair
Chris Mullins with the mullet i be long hair
Writin for my life, spit that Paul Pierce
Like "Aw Yeah"
Imma be here all year, You get dropped by
teachers (ya heard!), Mr. K
All of the artists my fellow artist in the game that hold me down and help me out
Talib Kweli, (Mike Sanders), The Roots shout
splattin' 'em,
So many homicide records, my cases went platinum.
D'shawn is nice,
Known for givin' out head cracks without touchin' dice.
Just pain
dream
Has really swollen
All the way screwed by the industry
Tell me what's a blue ballin ?
28
My age is really showin'
By age 30
I'll really be gloatin'
to hit the deck
If you kill one of my dogs
I turn into John Wick
I got fire in my head
My brain feel like a bic
Verbal bullets flying
Ima AR
just simply the truth
We all from the ghetto, only difference, we go back
Back up in D and D on this Primo track, listen
I'm so gangsta prissy
we go back
Back up in D&D on this Primo track, listen
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims"
I'm so
drinking from the bottle
You took my heart, and you held it in your mouth
And,
With the word, all my love came rushing out
And,
Every whisper, it's
Prepare for launch in 3, 2, 1, go
(Yeah yeah)
Teynarr na na na
(Its Godskid on the tune)
Oh lord, shawn da boss pon the thing right now
Xt3ndo, It's
to all my subscribers
Play the two doors, street car named desire
Came in Grindin’, Ye’ came Through the Wire
Met at the crossroads, Bone thugs inspired
about now all my thugs around the world
If you love reggae music I want you to do this
Check it out, yo
Ah, put your lighter in the air, right, right
Put
nigga wanna play with us he get his head gone
Rocking Rockstar, with the J's like my name Shawn
You put a Four up in yo wock? Boy you dead wrong
Bitch
fall in love
Cause i'm stunting
And my bread long
Flexing since a youngin
Goofy haters y'all can head on
Niggas say they fucking with us
You not fucking
Dumpin out the window like im Shawn Kemp
caught my opps by surprise they like awe shit
Thought this beef was a game shoulda called quits
Mario Kart
generation to generation
Developed in the mind cause the rhyme
The track is just a cosmetic background
cause we all need some kind of sound..
to complete
not eating (Lame)
She play around with ya head
And I play around in her stomach
Yeah, there’s the hate in the air
But I don’t think nothing of it
I knew
with some more, if you don't hear me, so I split your wig)
(Glock in my draws as I walk the motherfuckin' track)
(Hit me with some more, if you don't
to ban me from eatin pussy all night
W-W-F'n bitches
Slammin em in the rope like Shawn Mike
I can't be touched bitch, I disco in kryptonite
Shit I'm broke
on my head
You can see the shine when I'm passing by your door oh my god
Watching all my steps when I walk
Got my heads high that means I don't need
wasn't tidy you all stayed solid
And earned my loyalty like good barbers
But a couple others turned to where's Waldo
Made peace with the past, but shit
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