Lyrics:
Sex him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
[1 - Lil' Kim]
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm
remind them who you really is
Don't like to flex but yo I guess that's just the music biz
A battle rapper of sorts but I ain't hating people
I hate evil so
did rap
I was styling on you niggaz
Now I dont know the reason
I been waiting for forever
To drop the first album
I was dying for the cheddar
You wont
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
Ain’t going back, ain’t going back
Taught by the G’s from the C’s how to make it stack
And taught by the man how to give it back
Lost my dad but that man
Let me put it in perspective
They tell me niggas talking
But my hearing is selective lane switch
Main bitch appearing in my section
Your album never
Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe
Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls)
Song: No Mercy
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, real
journey through this dreaded path
It's a plus for where I'm headed at
My first birth certificate, I shredded that
The game has been taken by me, I wedded
j'rappe ou chante le biz' perd les eaux
Je les entend parler de Soprano
Normal mon dernier album les traite d'tous les noms d'oiseaux (Hahaaa !)
[R.E.D.K.]
and you know it
Group Home was part my company, I co-owned it
If its one thing I learned in show biz
Stay focused and don't quit Rip
Why you talkin' 'bout
to find
You know the line, "Don't judge the book by its cover"
Read every page cause the nigga's my brother
But it shoulda stated, that the book's on one's
squad of design monsters
Innovating the styles that made biters look like imposters
So we scripted an album and signed to Rawkus
Selling a hundred
my album was coconuts so they rewound it
I knew they was hypnoholics by how their voices sounded
I pull a silver can out of my trousers
Paid
bringin it back
Buildin album wit family, the business intact
Now im bringin it back
Fuck all those who cant stand me, now sit thru the wrath
Now im bringin
I'm down with
'Til I replied, "the Navy Seals outfit"
They told me my album was coconuts so they rewound it
I knew they was hypnoholics by how
to give up
You repeatedly suck
You in the league of a duck
You a measly schmuck
If you was speedily struck by a GMC truck
I wouldn't give one flying
months later the celebratory news came
Exhibit C gave the whole world a mood change
Electronic, niggas call my album detox
Cause they know I'm finna
Bring
the rap, get the fat crib
Duck or get blasted by the Squad Mig
I'm not your nig, clockin 7 digit figs
You dig?
I want that ass, then my crew got dibs
style de fêlé
Ils sont fascinés, puis t'es déprimé face à mon CV
Rendez-vous après l'été, ce n'est pas près de s'arrêter
Bientôt le nouvel album de ma
[Esau]
All these kids today screaming underground, do they know what it means
To make 7 albums, work everyday and go hungry just to chase your dreams
push and coast while I roll pass by
Fictitious, pathetic raps from idiots
In a city where street cred seems tedious
Monotonously dull underhandedly
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focused, give it all you got
I'ma, RudeMan, Good Guy Not
Thick plot, my channel not getting canceled
Handling my biz, a whiz from every angle
My sights on,
It been a long time but your boy back at it
The streets waiting for it when they see me they be askin
"What's UP with the album" Promise you it's
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