Lyrics:
History like slim shady
Witness my Artistry
I poured out my heart
To this muh fuckin beat
Witness my Artistry
Ima take that leap of faith in myself
Ima
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V
Ain't none of that shit better than
A B G (Yae)
Hustle, making money on the go
I'm the young D boy by
(Chorus)
J's at my door, I got money on the floor (repeat 3x)
I'm a million dollar nigga on the muthafuckin low
I got money on the floor (repeat 8
it up, potnah tell me who ya see
Young J-O-C, yeah that's me
Twenty-eight G's, on my feet twenty-three's
[Chorus]
[Outro]
I'm on that Patron, so gone
And get mental
Pop the track eight track lincoln contniental
I'm the mouth that roared
Swore to the Lord
The eye of hawk
Both live and die by
as spooked as that by the sound
Fuck it with Saddam I'll bring a new saigon
Ain't nothing changed pe we be the same crew boy
Yeah that's right nine eight
your sister to the bar
One, two!
I'm knocking on your door
Three, four!
I know you want some more
Five, six!
Pour a glass of MIST TWST
Seven, eight!
Dust
Gotta soak in the rays
When I spark up a j
Praise lord for the day
Ok
Just lost a pack and covered my re
Times dat by four
From long time I was in basic
Speaking facts till the ll u what I see
Told that bitch to two step she don't miss no beat
Gotta ass like Trina she don't miss no feast
She said
pack your heaters
Keep it close, you can't beat us
While your whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe this
I done made quadriplegics out
Pourin' up an eight (up an eight)
With my nigga J (what's up J)
Rollin up a J (up a J)
Chillin', low key, your bitch, she want me (ouu)
I'm Kodak, I'm Tupac
bricks in my driveway
Canine come, then the 9 spray
My girl told ray that?s 55k
Crack in 4b, coke in 5a, dope in 8f, the hoes in 9j
What can I say, you
Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out
Cut the J anyway it come nigga, section 8
See we straight, how much money I make
This block [?]
niggas
Who the fuck said we friends mayday!
Came in this mother fucker by myself
When I leave I'mma take some more niggas
Am allergic to them broke niggas
a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this
up sip lean and get lit
And when I die bury me right by bitch Mary Jane
She been by my side ever since '95 with a beat to everything
Wake up first
Reach the sky the seats recline, I am
Heat defined, I seek and find, I been
Piecing lines, I peeped the vibes
Yeah the beat by Ites getting beat by I,
a talent, but really I had a goal see,
I was rappin in my room
And recorded it, by my lonely,
Til that day came,
When me and RonDon, slayed a whole beat,
Up
a talent, but really I had a goal see,
I was rappin in my room
And recorded it, by my lonely,
Til that day came,
When me and RonDon, slayed a whole beat,
Up
as I pass the Lassie
You toe-up, toe down, ran though, beat down
Hoes then stroll through the
Streets of the J-town
Whizz'll be gettin' his grit
bang your head, a bang your head
c bang your head to the beat if your fearless
I was 8 years old with a boom box pumas and tube socks
Cooling for two
oratorials all day
I'm just getting started on this beat, this is foreplay
And when this song's finished, y'all can sing along with this
By the way, I have
turned the place out
And we would say our rhymes to the beat
Right but we never indulged in the street
Life and now we all good to go
J5 is rockin'
JM Light on the beat
Hey! smh
Ven Aca Mami chula klk
Discuuullpamee
8th Clan Nigga
SA!
Rosswell
(Makina)
Luis J Pro
Nos Fuimo Ahi
Disculpa mi amor
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