Lyrics:
eyes
Said whoever hit him for the average poor asshole
'Bout to be hit for they biggest surprise
Now meanwhile, still short on pot to piss in
Not
forever, I
Well I guess I was wrong, the pressure was on
I was thinking where's my energy gone
But then I figured out a way to live forever
I just have
hotter than Cochran?
Besides niggas albums, a lot about dropping
Fuck break dancing, our guns do the popping
We don't stop, we drop, shut it down
Rock
of dimes
Just to pass the time
Living like a Don, mafietic mind state
Hip-hop heads never die
We multiply then dominate
Now I been flowin' since a
Adolescent
smoked
I'ma still get to Heaven on a little rubber boat uhh
Snoop hit it then I hit it too aww yeah little bitch
I'm talkin' 'bout you now all ya ever do
getting pass-ons, be by-gones
Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
We feel this way every single day all day
So make way
Was
Bounce out, wit, sticks, cock, aim, shoot, hit
Bounce out, wit, sticks, cock, aim, shoot, hit
Bounce out, wit, sticks, cock, aim, shoot, hit
AR by my bed
runnin' this
Well taker, earth shaker, 3 point gunnin' this
Get out the lane, I'm comin' through
And if you don't want to move then I'm comin' right
bought her Chanel (Chanel)
Now she takin' pictures posin' (flash)
You know I'm a player, once I hit her, then I'm ghostin' (ghost)
Knew she was
a Rover, ducked in them rows meetin' quotas
Shorty bipolar, load her by cock I tried to told ya
When movin' the wrong direction ain't no flesh and then
together
My album was raw because no-one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show
And then I leave without a clue
What do you think
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
you don't play with me at all (please)
Shots hit your ass and make three of y'all
It'll take three of y'all to fill one of my shoe prints
'Cause I
A Town and don't you eva get it confused
Cause we the ones that sold it to
The dude that sold it to you
First album out the trunk I
Started makin some
Who is the man with the master plan?
DJ Mister Cee
Who is the man with the master plan?
He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane
Then it goes
But I gotta learn in order to teach
Then I gotta burn in order to reach
My niggaz
Yo, I see what I see day by day
Hoping that the Lord will pave
wasn't living like that
We used to kick back smoke a sack
Every now and then but usually
he was in the house with his pen
Writing raps that all the homies
sick
I drop an album it's all full of hits
My bro just got him a new stick (new stick)
This hoe just got me some new kicks
That's how you know that you
on another planet
By the time you get this album im on another album another album another one
Dj Khaled man i can't count em
My spaceship it crash landed
So
’t know my sound
Hold my crown
I should be known by now
Don’t bite down
Let’s have a vote right now
JD vs yo whole crowd
They know I run my town
Aye
They
you don't play with me at all (please)
Shots hit your ass and make three of y'all
It'll take three of y'all to fill one of my shoe prints
'Cause I
fraud?
Looking in the mirror
Really feeling like a man at war
Take another sedative, hit the bed
Again then I fall, Then I fall
Right into the fog, brain
thing together
I want you to stand on up, now I got somethin' to tell ya'
I told ya' how to think about it, now I want to tell how to get the thing
can't eat the plate I'm passing out at dinner
Then you can get the fuck out that's a brisket plate from Kinders
I'm talking real shit
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