Lyrics:
wrote the crossover
But if the album sellout I'd be considered a sellout
The fans keep asking whens the album gonna come out
Ask your local execs I'm
stomping grounds is the L-B-C
I slid up out the game and MCs got whack
But now I'm back (oh shit), so go get your strap (your strap)
Watch your head
and the Pound, we don't F around
Relax your mind and let your conscience be free
And get down, stomping grounds is the L-B-C
I slid up out the game and MCs got
By our bling bling ring ring and I can't debate it
Low riders hittin' on switches
As we pass by ya in sun fire, c'mon
What y'all need to do is throw
(Chorus: Nelly)
I see you niggas ain't renting and leasing these cars
Fronting like you buy and buy and buy and buy 'em
Claiming that you making
Yo, Terror Squad, Pete Rock collabo'
From git-go, yo, yo
Ayo, it's such a shame
All these dick riders tryna corrupt the game
But what it
first album I was sitting
on the steps in front of my apartment when a gypsy
woman passed by. She stopped and asked me if I would
like my fortune read
More power than a drug lord
Meant to be because we love each other the way we love war
Gotta rider bet hug yours, cause I'm full of ambition
told ya
Blue rocks lightin up my shoulders (bling!)
See why'all niggaz know why'all need to grow up
Your album ain't out, cause I'm the hold up (ha)
loose track, (Wait) red and blue curtains.
Rendezvous, Ferdydurke, after I be working, in the park by the gate see a body lurking,
hunchback posture,
will do it by whatever means necessary
Detroit red flow
East coast, west coast
Used to leave MoCo to hit Ledroit with Bo
I dated women with poppin'
a couple of Rosarios
DJ Quik and Suga Free on the stereo
I'm the king of the area - barrio Barbarian
Interrupted by my bitch asking if we can go
a lesson
Don't know why we impress them
Think I might teach them a lesson Strippers got ghost writers
I feel like ghost rider
Get judged by fire
Y'all hoes
that you think about your physical health
You'll never see your fucking album on a physical shelf
I'll beat your ass, whip your kid with the belt
You
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More power than a drug lord
Meant to be because we love each other the way we love war
Gotta rider bet hug yours, cause I'm full of ambition
sparked a blunt before we ate
And a blunt after we ate dinner
She had a tattoo she only wanted Bo to see
But first dim the lights and turn up the Jodeci
talk of the team
See niggas feared Prince and respected Prim'
For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller
See Preme was a business man
bullshit I admit
I made the day of the album release
They bounce around like sheep
I don't listen to country yet I am bo peep
I don't like country it doesn't
I'll be right by your side
Radio play me that new 3005
Bino won't die, illest rapper alive
See what's up with Fredo when
I'm out in the Chi
Murder
of the team
See niggas feared Prince and respected Preme
For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller
See Preme was a business man and Prince was
jak mebel
Bo coś prawa noga idzie wolniej od lewej
Jak by mówi może by mnie tak w gips co Ty na to
Myślę: 'niemożliwe jutro Wiele C T gra pierwszy
for any mood
Now Rasky how you take get deal pass me
I no know wetin Kenny’s dem hope to do by signing you (Why)
Ba lyrics ba sense ba concept
Wetin you
Uh wassup show these niggas how
The west was won
Yeah if you don't know my name by now
Just call me any rapper, could get it
Any month, any week,
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