Lyrics:
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
did I get in this battle with A Boogie's shadow?
Big Apple, New York City, more to pity
How could I beef with a dude who only popping in four cities?
{NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Okay.. this album has been funded
By the Blastmaster KRS-One Fund
Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah!
You know what? We're gettin {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Okay,
in sin's closet, our conflict was cosmic
God plotted to stop it, hit the demonic with a shot
I was coppin' narcotics, agnostic with a plot
No optics
nigga You get high, real cooler
Baby Joe, don't fuck with niggas, nigga Suffer this attention
Hit it big, then I'll demilce her, nigga She a gold digger
Intro: Puff Daddy
I'ma make you dance
And we won't stop, cause we can't stop (repeat 3X)
Don't stop
KRS-One
Puff Daddy
Bad Boy remix
Hit me baby
How freaky can you get to a long fat dick
Hella freaky like I said to a song that hit
I'm the dirty rapper Too Short, the triple X
Run up in
one-on-one
Take this dope, hit a one on one
Ain't nothing else to do, she wanna cum for fun
I'm by myself, I brung no one
Nigga, she want me like Givenchy
In
to the code like a finishing move
I hit a groove, that they can't undo
And over the years all I did was improve (all I did)
Don Life, toss dice
On on my off
the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright
That's right all you bitch made motherfuckers trying to step on your toes
Drive by let you go we mob all the time on the south side
All you
That's right all you bitch made motherfuckers trying to step on your toes
Drive by let you go we mob all the time on the south side
All you
That's right all you bitch made motherfuckers trying to step on your toes
Drive by let you go we mob all the time on the south side
All you
that's what my cousin Meechie say
But we could pull about five, I'm talkin' five, that's just by either way
Five million for my album, that's an easy
thinking bout that million-dollar home on the lake
Okay, unt uh, that ain't that ballin motto
Spend big faces by the million like I hit the lotto
Got cost by
the darkness
I am truth
Ally to good
Nightmare to you
Hit em with the Galic Gun
Make em spin around
Everybody wanna kill me like I'm Goku Son
I'm ten feet high
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year
From your eye drops a tear
I don't play that shit, I play that hit
Your whole gangsta image is
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
Now we're gonna play a song now
Uh This song is from an album called One Size
Fit's All well I'm surprised you people
Have heard of it didn't sell
Snoop talking:
Ay yo G-1 I been listening to this nigga Quik album
& he ain't got no songs about the pussy. You know
that nigga gotta have something
the mentally dead by touchin' soul to soul
All I wanna do is open my heart, I have no control
Over the effects after the vibrations hit you
When I emerge from
Albums in the world
But we'll take a swing at it
Yo GDR
Thank you for this beat
Goddam right
Goddam right
That's a GDR beat
It started it off in Corona
know only good for album filler
We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN (2x)
*Royce talking*
You!, Yea, punk ass niggaz, yea we in the streets now too, nigga
Big
You should watch your mouth lil homie or I'll get you hit
If you don’t wanna hear my story, then just plug your ears
Late at night, took a life, left
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