Lyrics:
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
Uh, hey Siri
What's the best BeePax song?
Who's BeePax?
Man, what?
Back on the baseline boomin'
Back on the, yeah
Yeah, yeah, aye
Back
about,
Life is like a book I'm bestseller,
Jay aye when you stopping man never,
Told then boys a nigga mad clever,
On the way to be the best ever,
Run through the city we're thunder
Killing this shit like no other
Run through the city we're thunder
Take over this shit man I can't ever bother
Run
The L.A.B album drops
I won't promote by doing in stores
I'm out at night on the highway painting over your billboards
So what I'm a glory hound cause I tore
and not your girl's age
It gets worse by the annual my career's like a how to manual
So I guess it's understandable man
Oh you gotta love it, you gotta
Alright, boys and girls
You finally made it to the end of the album
I hope you learned somethin?
But the best is yet to come
Welcome to Hustlenomics
[Yung Joc:]
Alright boys and girls
You finally made it to the end of the album
I hope you learned somethin
But the best is yet to come
(WELCOME
the music industry man.
Ludacris and field mob,
Mouth to mic resuscitation.
Lets go.
can you handle it?
Eight away, bang in the back with the woofer
Who wan come try, dis-respect
De mother yon chop upon dis head (chop man)
Mother knows every style, oh-wayyy ohh
The champagne drink, rock-n-roll
shit
Now I'm getting at you
Like a grown man
Bro, I love you but I cannot stand by
While you're up in the clouds like a campfire
We supposed to be
It ain't safe for the black or the white girls
It ain't safe, it ain't safe, it ain't safe, it ain't safe
Tell your man pipe up, nigga, pipe up
wife her
It ain't safe for the black or the white girls
It ain't safe, it ain't safe, it ain't safe, it ain't safe
Tell your man pipe up, nigga, pipe
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
could guess
They asked me if I knew Shatta, they said he's one of the best
My honest response ended up being twisted by the press
He understood that, so
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
phone
I had to go call my rabbi
Man I mean my pastor
Oh wait I mean my best friend
Homie you're nothing less than
Me when I'm manifesting these crazy
like a full feast
Pussy niggas count me out, man I love to in-convene
Teddy P and Mr. Hood, you can call it history
We the best and fuck 'em all, we
guess)
Man it's hard being the best
These MCs get pissed cause next to me they almost don't exist
No diss but who can really say that they've gone where
album, best song, how you spin that?
The best part is that they love Chance
But our fans are the same
You should fuck with your man
And I wonder what
So come through and understand I'm
Just a miraculous man
And it's all part of God's plan
The Incredible True Story go get
It on the shelf
At Best Buy
intellect
They see me coming and know what's next
The man of impeccable residence
I have too much of the evidence
To present I'm the best, you could never
three man try link up and do a album
It's not gonna sound like this
Tryna sound like A tryna like Skep
And the rest tryna sound like Chip
You ain't been
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