Lyrics:
the wack..who tryin to bite my style
Take yo ass to da old school
And part your fuckin eyebrows
I comin through to
About to get set
So act like WU..Protect
What you tryna cop?
You know we still 'Got It!'
Not foldin' like Shotti
I'm gone just like Gotti
I smell like a party, next door right by 12, where
fifty feet, betta back tha fuck up
Me and Juan Gotti smashin' outta T-town
Lookin' low G gotta fool beat down
Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Yeah, you try living in a world
Where when you wake up from a nightmare
You just end up in another one
I didn’t think so bitch
Look, I’m no Geto Boy,
got no doubts (Nigga how you heard)
Heard it by the word of mouth
One, Two, fuck around and get chopped and screwed
Three, Four we kicking down ya door
wish I had my wings so I could fly away
But I got too much shit to lose, it ain't my time today
I'll get a million by myself, no I don't need nobody
Sometimes I wish I had my wings
So I could fly away
But I got too much shit to lose
It ain't my time today
I'll get a million by myself
No I don't need nobody
Danger Danger
There's a brand new stranger
Claiming that's he's backed by lil baby from the manger
Yes
It's me
Young Theerie
Tryna make the world
Got so much damn fake love around me
Pretend to fall but I ain't goin'
My bars so hard I ain't drop yet
My flow so hard be cautious
They know it's
the trap protect yo neck
I shine, straight up outta Chattanooga yes
I shine, represent yo represent yo set
Been shining hard since way back
20 albums I made
from bein' victimized by oversized bitches',
Plus the police was itchin' in closer by the minute, so I rolled out my dick in a
Split second decision,
shit
It's war time, best believe we ain't on no truce shit
Before yo' next move, think twice
'Cause that bum ass album you got could be yo' life
That- The whole album's over, that's it
So, bye bye!
Yo, what are you not understandin'
About the song's over? The album's over
This- This shit's done,
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
woah, woah
Shoutout to these illiterate rappers that's
Gettin' screwed by yo' contract (Brrt)
A simple read of legal fee
And you'd never sign that
of the phone
I appear from the rear, stayin' from clear
Nobody can say if I'm here so they play it by ear
But here's the way I lay the idea
From this point
Ok I, I woke up feeling like
I could die today
Make it home I gotta find a way
By any means, I know
Trouble lurkin
But could never close
or fee) Word
Yo, you know what
The next Wu-Tang album ain't even coming out until 2000
You know what I mean
That's just gonna come back with a comet
You
depart
So I'm stacking up my art
Don't give a fuck if it's bought
I just light the blunt
I'd just like fuck, get a nut
If you willing, lemme hit it
Then
life and a better roof
You don’t understand prolly cause yo life been bulletproof
Feelin like I’m gotti I might go n cop a rarri
All black in Versace
together, we could blow up like dynamite
Baby girl, gonna mob on the block
Keep her thang on lock and oh my, she's so tight
Baby girl, book a damn good meal
car, then
Tagged him with the skull and bones, cause he be soften
Hollow like a head without no brains inside
And his girl was so damn small, you had
new albums
There has been a triple homicide by a man named Syre
So, you think you can save rap music?
been fire, so keep this album on repeat
Been bobbing your head and tapping your feet
And throughout, we've been keeping it PG13
And these other artists,
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