Lyrics:
bread in the ninety-three
Bill collectors don't see me, G!
In this fort, I'm the man with the miracle torque
To pull through all sorts of them tax ?odds?
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: B.G.]
Look, I try to stay low-key when I'm on the block (block)
But I'm known by name by every cop (every cop)
But I don't care,
Ninety-five, keep it live
Yeah to make papers, knahmsayin?
Motherfuckin Kool G. Rap and B1
and my motherfuckin man Grimm
Just comin with somethin
D
So be who you be or U B U G
None of my raps lack personality I'm reality, not a fallacy fantasy
Clear as the Caribbean Sea I speak free
Chi is
profits in the projects
Black man president, still the world's a hot mess
So God bless everybody trying to do right
Shock G bless me, I'ma do what I like
Street to y'all street
If ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got heat
C-P-T style, O-G me style
The D-J, Q-U-I-K with no C style
In yo' town, don't
HOMEBOY! don't ever get it twisted
Number's unlisted, stayed in 3rd district
For real, I'm ready to get naughty
Best of both worlds so, hey shawty!
Show me
the reality
Do you know?
Don't abuse of rap.
Oh, ok, i'm ready, i'm very upset with such disrespect to musical art. People are just starting to sing for
whole wide world)
[ VERSE 3: Cold 187um & KM.G ]
Since the breakdown was dope, you can't get enough rappin
I know that it's true, because I seen your
pastors reading them eulogies
Grind hard like its 2 of me
22 u cop more den 3
27 feel like a ot
Old soul in a young g
White t got boss on it
Best believe
One... (no!)... Two... Three (no!) One, Two, Three (ow!)
Prozac - you know I'm not crazy son, take this tip
Hold this cigarette over your mouth
shifts heard I get shift
Make that 3 litre engine kick
I done already told man hide their bitch
Got a thing for me when she see this drip
Choppa spray
fell
Nine planets, sun, moon, stars, heaven, and hell
God Shit Biatch
Welcome to Los Angeles nights
Where the darkest streets get lit up by
more G
Trade in that Aston Martin for a chrome Bugatti
Go mach three blastin' Tragedy Khadafi
Mahdi thug cop a bird flock these doves hah
Natural born
make sure you all seated
In Billboard read it, believe it
(Chorus)
[G-Dep]
Soul Controller, rap Ayatollah
Kids hate me when they older I put
make sure you all seated
In Billboard read it, believe it
(Chorus)
[G-Dep]
Soul Controller, rap Ayatollah
Kids hate me when they older I put
body's stiff
By the same niggas you used to party with
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
Game, Pop-Pop � three in ya brain
[Goretex]
I rock sickening raps like Woody Allen flares beach hats
A John Hinckley � run up
you a little story about the Sugarhill gang
With the pow pow boogie and a big bang bang
And if you want to rap to the Sugarhill to the beat
Gotta
you a little story about the Sugarhill gang
With the pow pow boogie and a big bang bang
And if you want to rap to the Sugarhill to the beat
Gotta
an ol "g"
Through G O D I'm as funky as B O Be
Words worth more than money the meaning is C O D
O C D when I rap I attack it like a D O G
Out the Matrix
tears)
Now I face all my fears now (Face)
I race, no feelings now (Race)
Embrace authentic now my fam all get me!
(Fam all get me, fam all get me)
My raps
to discuss who is the king of rap
I'm too gifted for that, I don't walk twisted paths
Read the fine print, put extra rhythm to tracks
Mind hidden traps, never
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
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