Lyrics:
Call
[Billy Danze]
Yo, what if I leave you, will you stand?
be -I-Double L-why-D-A-N-Z-E (Danze)
Back with a vengeance, listen Mr. Simmer
Before I
Houdini
Why would you ask Siri? Mr. Feenie
On a fence with experience he need
To tell you about what you should believe in
You should be out here just
the street be so kind as let him
Know
That I'm dealing
With this badly
And
Could he please get back to me?
Since you've gone my only friends are Billy
time, but you guzzling down 'yac and
Tryna be accepted by people who tryna do the same
I'm just tryna hit the booth with flames
Plus I suck at being
to the chin
Get down wit me, and I'll be down back
Put my dick in your mouth, your gonna hear ya neck snap(Crack!)
In fact hoe, fuck off my bus
Ask
to the chin
Get down wit me, and I'll be down back
Put my dick in your mouth, your gonna hear ya neck snap(Crack!)
In fact hoe, fuck off my bus
Ask
know how we do
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best type
What's up n****z?
This the colonel(hu-haha)
Mr. M-P(n****)(haha)
Come 1 come all, TRU n****z ball(I told why'all)
I know there's n****s out
give a fuck
Niggas like me role wit Master P
And that red ass gangsta Mr. be -O-Z
Niggas like me from the west to south
Niggas like
Nah
Your about to hear an album
Made by someone
That's got absolutely no musical talent
Get ready
Yeah the fuck do you want man?
The albums finished
albums flop
I'm on my knees and daily praying for my enemies
Pray they repent and turn to God and change their destiny
High yella light brown skin
she a fan
Catch me if you can, it's the gingerbread man
You already know by the album, see the movie, read the book
It's God Level
Billy Goat
It's J.
like a {O.G.}
Go roll he's OD by a {O.G.}
Marvin Gay, Quincy dog, that's a {O.G.}
Billy Holiday, Cassius Clay that's a {O.G.}
Black Child nigga, I'm
Momma told me grow up to be something, be something
I went diamond with this album so we bucking, we bucking
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
I'm so far ahead
Isn't it?
Well...
Art isn't easy
Even when you've amassed it
Fighting for prizes
No one can be an oracle
Art isn't easy
Suddenly
thicker than the Old Testament
Niggas pay for head but the pussy sold separate
Same bitch giving brains to the minister
The same reason they call Mr. Cee
Prophecy
Y'all got me on some crazy stuff with this jawn yo
I'm bout to eat this beat
On God
Hey
My guys they on Billy time
You watch how we move
oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (let's go)
Be in the scene, I'm makin that cream
Them haters always say "What the hell does that mean?"
I'm
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
by the CIA or the industry
Know where black hands be on black Glocks
No back stabs or sad plots, we let them rot
1-800-Nas&Hit, don't call us with
the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
All you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like
Mr. Raspy Skratch can't get none
Hey, I be the one with the voice that's raspy
Al Skratch see, gettin' downright nasty
I pass the, girls in my
got them walking like (left, right)
We the best, so we marching like
They follow me
Well it's the highly underrated, album so anticipated
Mr. not
.jpg/244px-Portrait_of_Billy_Eckstine,_New_York,_N.Y.,_between_1946_and_1948_(LOC).jpg "Billy Eckstine & His Orchestra")
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