Lyrics:
the show
Then you sent me mad beats
And I was like, yo
What am I gonna do with a fuckin' CD of beats, nigga?
It's twenty, it mighta been twenty, sixteen,
truc à la raison, unanime est l'adhésion, j'ramène le beat à la maison
(Bring it)
Yeah!
Yeaaaah boy!
Bring that back one more time!
Bring that beat back
girl in my lap
The bass is kickin' always stickin' cause you like it that way
You take a step because it's def and plus it's by Cool J.
Cut Creator
lost
It's like I grind for nuttin'
They say I'm next to blow
I'm feeling like my time is coming
Cah I never had the brightest start
Big shank by my
Doubted me, now it's all coming together like cursive "like cursive, bitch"
$50k a show, I'm doing 30 of 'em
5 million by the summer, keep the numbers
Speakin' that knowledge like Farrakhan
'Cause it's ragtime!
Ah yeah it's ragged, let's do it!
Aight now we got Lord J
Lord J, yo c'mon now
Kick,
un menteur
Non, je garderai pas de rancœur
Tout est rangé dans mon cœur
J'me sens bien à l'intérieur
Already said it
J'm'en fout je saute comme un CD
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
it too, (yeah!)
[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta
doin' it too, (yeah!)
[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
stayed on the raps 'til we made it on the map
By then, No I was my main guy
He and I was like Chi-town's Gang Starr
We had came far together, with a long
Bandzzski sur le beat, j'suis Congolais, j'suis élégant
Ma nouvelle go est élégante et elle est très appétissante, yeah
I know y'all niggas ain't used to me
love with me all you finna do is cry
Sorry I ain't been myself ever since my brother died
Nobody was tryna slide so I did it by myself
Don't need love I
I'm the kid
Out of Bronx, that'll stomp you to death like it didn't matter
I'm even better than before, iller metaphors
Killers bet it all on Pun,
days
Same plaugues read it be exact
Why beleive me
The j silent you talking to him waiting on him
Bout to burn just like all them
Me I can't help you
thumb up like, "It's fine"
(Run) See yourself, I say, selflessly divine
Leave me here to drown in glory, you're too good to cross that line
(Run-run)
criminal call me Mike on this hike trying to reach the pike
If it takes all night Ima get this right for the right reasons
Grab you by the Adams apple until
then, they wouldn't respond to me
Now, I'm energized up
I'ma charge this beat
Like right now
I'm Back on Beat
Get it Back on Beat
Get it Back on Beat
Like
much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me (land
a mental hospital with Britney
Oh, LMFAO, no way
Jose Baez couldn't beat this rap, O.J., no
Hooray, I'm off the hook like Casey Anthony, hey ho (hey ho)
gravy, Marshall, I should start calling you au jus
'Cause alls you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo"
Evil twin, take this beat now, it's all you
I
the boss, bitch payin' my fee
Only smoke blunts, give the J to wifey
Every now and then, I might hit the J like Kyrie
The ones that hate me the most look
to the funky beat, my tongue is gonna beat it up
I did it, but the devil didn't make me
I did it for the suckers who tried to shake and bake me
Proving
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