Lyrics:
renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin'
paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin' off-beat with
hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass whooped by B2K
I
crazy I don't have a pattern
Imma go buy me a house on
A moon that's orbiting Saturn
I live it, yeah I live it
Beat you man I already did it
I already did
I can live my life right
I stay on the scene, lookin' clean
24's roll while I'm droppin' screens
Befo' I got a major deal
I was underground stackin'
(Pimp): That nigga wasts the honey
(Pimp): All we want is the money
(Pimp 2): I keep em' bro. Wake up one morning, and, with some money
And you ain't got nothing to say (what!)
Well it's album number two right (yeah)
So you gotta let 'em know (that's right)
So do your thing (yeah)
Take
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio nigga, and do it again
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop
I'm sorry
In two more years I change my name to Mike McGovern
Had a clean slate
Dropped my debut album in the summer
It was growing pains
Me and Joee
the crib on the floor by my two-way
Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too
If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do
something to prove
Want an album? Give 'em two
Wylen out it's nothing new
Who the hottest in a suit?
Loudest product in the room
Your shit finally get old
I
arrived, extraordinaire extravagant
Beers like confidence, man I drink until I'm arrogant
Cause I'm a cocky fuck, Hit your girl and I knock her up
Be like
niggas in the game
A lotta niggas got two albums I can't explain
How they maintain to keep the same migraines
I can't help it if my brain is supersonic
money
I'm really bugging
You niggas fronting
Y'all bars ass
Y'all trash bags
Don't think of nothing to really write back
Before you get hit
With two he's
is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from
(Tiri mu fin)
Just keep it clean
Let's keep it clean
Le le legend since I ste stepped in the game
What do you mean huh
Bɛɛma nnipa nyɛ nti wo boa nnipa
’m wide awake
Right now I’m wide awake
Hands stay clean ‘till the well go dry
One wheel for the clock that we live within
I feel like your father,
you know what I mean
Just hit me with the green and I'll see what I can do
To mikey budafeu, he said "straight, arrange your crew"
But that's a no no,
night
Verse One, Jay-Z:
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my
have harnessed in mid November
It only brushed the blossom bracket then soon sacrificed
Lives to icicle jackets when the frosted
I sunk to find the walk
suckers
Esteem suffers from disease numbers
I'm a fiend for teen mothers and clean southern region
Reach for peace, Lovers
No feet for cleat stuffing
ignorant
It brings a tear to my eye
The weak will fall
And the strong will rise
Rise up look
I could hit up my dude
And work with my old crew
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love
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