Lyrics:
it's a real deal b****, the real s***, there's no gimmicks,
Suave House, an the 504 Boys courtesy of No Limit, hit em up.
Get down, feel the ground,
ones
By the time I was 19, 20
Had a few albums
And I was producing more
Even hooked up with a band
After we jammed
On a music course
Ironi, the name fit
will go by
And I'll just be a statistic
Another man gunned down by the opposition
But they say that I'm trippin' when
I pull my gun to protect
Too many
I know that will never hit me
I got Jesus
Homie, I got Jesus
Yeah
When I'm going through the fire, when I'm runnin' through the city
I am not afraid,
me fucked up I need me some saving
Swear after this album I need a vacation
I though that you was different but you haven't changed a bit
Got all
[8B] We some presidential players, with money by the layers
[8B] Ain't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[TS] I won't stop rappin, I
Ghostface right there?
Ain't that nigga Ghost?
Poisonous
Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya phonograph in half
It be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath
and that's what I call home
Headin' out to Billy Bob then hit Louisianan
Take off to Arkansas so I can spill some country grammar
Run out to Kansas city
Lucrative side business and dodged prison
That must be why ya tripping, oh I get it
Must be talking about me cause my eye twitching
Don't be coming
my veins, arrivin' by plane
G4 to be exact, rewards of beats and raps
Three whores before four and three more are bein' cracked (facts)
That was
and walk down that alley
Married to the game, I'm amazed by this album
Treat it like a maze yea I'm thankful for the outcome
Hoping for some praise, already
some more, here's a lil sumthin sumthin
Side Effect I spit flows that are gorgeous
And one rhyme will have you months behind in your mortgage
Tryna keep
that before
You want some more, here's a lil sumthin sumthin
Side Effect I spit flows that are gorgeous
And one rhyme will have you months behind in your
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
myself
Make that mutherfucka feel what Chell felt
Heavenly father use your will to bring them tears to her eyes
Fuck the fussing and the fights, why she
fathered me
I tell you, mothered by Lauryn
Erykah B, feeling like I'm Missy Elli I get on the beat
You know I freak with melodies, energies too
Climbing
Ain't gone lie I be tired of niggas
They be running they mouth bout some shit they ain't bout
I be ready to slide on niggas
Hit the door in and out
This too shall pass
She done walked by with that ass
Im like this too I'll have
You can't blame nobody else
When nigga you made yo path
Im too old to be
real good
Off the reefer
She said
I ain't done that
Well lucky lil babe
Imma teacher
She said
Okay I'm ready
But let me put on some Alicia
I said some
soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a TEC-9, tryin' to take mine
You wanna make noise? Make noise
I make a phone call, my niggas
soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a TEC-9, tryin' to take mine
You wanna make noise? Make noise
I make a phone call, my niggas
will get costly like private shows at strip clubs
Beating me's a hard task by itself so fuck you,
Cause that's a fantasy like anal sex with Eliza Dushku
my own boat
My last album, I did it alone
I started with bricks now I got me a home
I got a Cuban link that got two tone
Got some cheese not provolone
at the time just Doing this for fun
But all my friends were still showing Me some love
They said one day I will be one of Them
You'll be one of the greatest
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