Lyrics:
This song was first released on the Autograph album. It is the only album it has been released on.
He was stranded in some tiny town
On fair
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
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
whip drive by
It's Diaz up on it again, oh my
'Nother new album that's no lie
Thought that was it? I ain't never say bye
You do what tell you you don't
solve 'em, there ain't no One who ain't got em
Be the best man you can be and treat your girl With precaution
If you're offended by this album then you're
Rechten, nur weil der Scor auch Deutsch ist
Das ist Hip-Hop Kultur und sie hat mich gerettet
Sag ein falsches Wort und du bereust es
Album Nummer zwei feiern
stu
I locked myself inside this booth
Cut communication with a few
And by the time you hear this shit
I'm workin' album number 2
Like Babyface I get
About the album ""Index Librorum Prohibitorum"":
It could be a double album but these two (#Drops and Index Librorum Prohibitorum) distinct works
girl crazy she fuck without sheets
Ice on my fingers ima turn up the heat
Lights off its horror night now it creepy
Three albums worth my evil cuisine
that shoot up clubs
Make albums that click more than little drugs
They got me runnin' from the police
Nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin' down
Umm, uh what the fuck, what time is it?
I swear I parked my car, shit
Aye, light hit my face sun brought the heat
Open my eyes, see my car
keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violater the album
Go, go, go!!
[l boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website
(pipe down)
Billin' on me, right now (right now)
She feelin' on me
We gon' see (hmm, hmm, what?)
My time is, right now (right now)
I'm in the, light
Heard the album, realized it won’t hurt if I kill a few
Cos I’m a rapper with real stories that inspire few
People those who listen through and never skip
me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
umm..goddamn... uh what the fuck, what time is it?
i swear i parked my car... shit
aye... light hit my face sun brought the heat
open my eyes see my
debt for that degree
In depth intelligence
Light bars on this track
I like cars that go fast
Where's the hook? Aye yo spit that
Goteem Goteem Goteem by
and start to black out like a light concussion
I think I'm working with something
So Lord knows I gotta chase this dream
I'm just here to give you the story
tired of playin' horseshoes
Mama she'd call me over to her side
You know she'd say I'd like to take some pictures
You could see her face light up with
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know, that I'm not a nimrod
And if you still
SO I CAN Go
open all doors at the stop light
(Put your stunna shades) (Put Your Stunna Shades On)
Verse1:
Christian Dior frame got the lences out
bend
acknowledge it
I spent my whole career at the heels of their feet
Doin' everythin' I could to try be who they be
'Til a couple albums back, when I was
Monologue shit at the end of the album but...
In the light of all the shit me and my nigga done been through past in a couple of...
Man like I feel it's
Who dat running through your view?
Who dat mobbing with his crew?
Who dat talk it like he walk like he got something to prove
Want an album? Give 'em
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