Lyrics:
About the drug thing
Should call this album "Nothing"
Said I'd amount to nothing
And I slip through the shadows
In the late night shots on shots like AI
the green leaf, cloud up
We some gangsta's makin' money, never been a scrub
Whattchu know about sellin' dope?
But the only thing you good for now is droppin'
than happy hour
You set a new goal I've already climbed the ladder
Set a record that I've already shattered
You looking beat up there
Gotta mix before I
was unlocked
In the mix of writing these lyrics they would pile up
So I had to concentrate and set my lineup
Any little fault and I knew I'd act up
the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin Patti Labelle
Ooh Regina Belle, she'd probably do me swell
Jasmine Guy was fly
'Babe, that's what I thought'
I'm ready to fucking go
Finna roast a bitch you already know
Make an album then I make my dough
I'm all the way up
on this album if my man's and them rise
[Method Man]
Now speed it up, uh
[Chorus 2X: Run]
Run really make ya wanna drop, drop
Now wanna make ya go live,
[Verse 1]
D.J. Doc you know he's down with us
D-Square, he's down with us
Keyboard Money Mike, is down with us
I.C.U., you know he's down with us
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
up? It's me again
Scott La Rock, KRS, BDP again
Many people had the nerve to think that
We would end the trend with
Criminal Minded, an album which is
Bankroll got the bitches bad on the pole
Pull up to the club, I let it go let it go
They call me young Quavo throw
Young Quavo throw
We get ignorant in
up
Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what'd you say?
Money dance, turn this shit into a nightclub
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some
raw and all of your
Bars is baking soda'd up
Like having sex with a fractured
Pelvis you broke us fuck
You and got no chicken veggie store
I have four
I was scared to admit that I had failed again. During this time I struck up a friendship with a record producer that I had met networking,
hear the tracks that they would spit
I'd bet you they have the urge to pick up the pen
And try to be significantly different, just picture it
A bunch
myself
Pas capable de reach le next step, comme le top shelf
Avant d'aimer les autres, love yourself
J'suis underrated
Le seul drive-by t'as fait de ta
Okay, and who are you here to see?
Uh, Snoop Dogg? Says here Snoop D-o-g-g
Oh, yeah. He's right down the hall
First door to your right
Give him a knock
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
what you see in the streets
Despite what you influenced by, the life of crime has many downs
A little bit of ups, and everything you do got
their forts are destroyed by my
Stroid and my boy
If you know anything about value
Then I suggest you take a few Valiums
Sober up, fill your cup, I slowed
Thratt 187 its a homicide
She said Buks scroll up and buy my premium
I told her stream the album hoe..this gas I'm kickin premium
Mommy that's the rapper
a sermon
Spittin' sick is a gift
I've been blessed by the lord
Been the illest since they snipped
My umbilical cord nigga
Yo, what the fuck is up man?
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started smoking D
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