Lyrics:
Shit yo path what you make of it some left deceased
I lost my dog shit I can't breathe
But Ima try to shake back and turn two into three
You do that
it's a distance
Gotta keep one up for the instance
If a fuck nigga try to come blickin
Make a fuck nigga end up missin
You can tell by the beat this
up, he gon' need a stitch
Fuck a drive by (Drive by)
Nigga talk shit he gon' fly high (Fly high)
All dis guap in my eyes we gon' try try (Try try)
ya top 3
Everything I ever wanted near and dear keep it by me
Try to keep up I kick it into high speed
Try to reach uh get crossed I'll drop 3
Used
Trying to be Leiomy the way they go three hundred and sisxty
Y'all say y'all can rock multiple genres
But I'm still waiting for you to pull it off like
I was born one-three, one-ten, in a world of oppression to a - 26 years old
Momma had to take me to the lectures
22 years young
What a blessing
Man,
groovy
Police coming through, let's get moving x2
[Verse 3]
Hop on a beat, You know We Lit
I'm at the gig, doing it big
Came with the heat, they on their
I was born one-three, one-ten, in a world of oppression to a nigga 26 years old
Momma had to take me to the lectures
22 years young
What a blessing
as hell)
I'm hot as hell (I'm hot as hell)
I'm hot as hell (I'm hot as hell)
I'm hot as hell on these beats, I'm hot as hell (I'm hot as hell)
I'm hot
1, 2
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
1, 2
Why you runnin' by yourself
Why you walking way over
1, 2
Yeah, uh, uh
One for the money
Two for the shelf
necklace type of move around
And you could smell the loud cruisin' down the street
In my trunk I got the pounds movin' round to the beat
Guns by the feet
me for no money now
Never went to school, never thought about Clark or Morris Brown (woo)
'Til I took your bitch, drop her off right there by Morris
beat it when the dark is out
I'm outside of the line and I'm actin' a fool
Like a three o'clock bully, waitin' after school
Punks, I've been in this line
Hello, can I help you?
Yeah, do you do fat grafting? Yes
Oh great i had a tail put on by Dr gordon oK
And I want to have some fat grafted onto
It i
understand what's happenin'
Yeah, I'm rich and I'm arrogant
Three M's on the crib
Got sticks at home and I still play Valorant
I can't promise to you,
One, and here comes the two to the three and four
Then I drop the beat I have in store
Lay dynamics on the top like a rug
Make it sound smooth
oh, no, no (ow)
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh, no, no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh, no, no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh, no, no (sing, one, two, three, four)
the beats, and the rhymes I been through
Time's up, sorry I left you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through
Time's up, sorry I left you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits
Like that Aaliyah,
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through
Time's up, sorry I left you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits
Like that Aaliyah,
jealous cause they know the P is deep up in it
On my way to Filmore to see JT
We ain't set tripping its all about some dope beats
But you got to watch
oooooooh!
But matter fact, got more chesse than nacho
Not from rap, when I used to fuck wit Pancho
I'm in the class, all by myself
Now you haters wanna
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