Lyrics:
At the same damn time
Letting off two different choppers at
The same damn time
Putting down in different projects at
The same damn time
Dope money still
this corner, MC Ryan D
And up next is 2Pacalypse
Yo I can rock it on a slow tip
Don't flip, cause I can do this
No shit, won't trip, ain't nothin'
public school too
Like what's in between a 3 and 1 and House Gang, I spoke to all 3 on 1 call
Like I dropped 2 albums and #3 is 1 second from bein' done
two years
Evidence leads Tobacco and Firearms officials to believe
That his literally dope lyrics promote drug usage and distribution
Degrade women,
on the crossfade
Cuts like a battleaxe
You try to bite, get iced, my raps are boobytraps
Claim of mine, designed by the Ice himself
You beg for mercy as you read
my guns nigga I Just Blaze
[Verse 2: The Game]
'Pac is watchin' B.I.G. is listenin'
While Pun talkin' to us Jam Jay still spinnin'
To every nigga
on stage
Yo what's big words to small change?
Two words as it is (Ball game)
Listen, this nigga got Nick runnin' out with
The mask on and all that, i see
Well do the right thing, blow a nigga out his Nikes
She married to The Game, that's wifey
Ask Gotti get them blood stains out your white tee
P in
shots got the game hot
They even flipped on 2PAC
Snoop Doggy Dogg put the West Coast in gear
Dr Dre, NWA, Eazy E's in here
I want to tell
on my Mac mane
The crack game ain't shit
Niggas trippin' in this rap game, bury me a G
I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my
Gotti, here we go again, yo
Two two-nine and seventy-six, get off my dick, niggas I'm born
The future problem's, kicking and carrying on
Cause I
decided to leave and get
His rap on elsewhere
Ask me if they care and I
Give you a stare like no
You can't cope, they dope, but outtie
Fools that follow
Wup that hoe [x13]
[Chorus x2: Yo Gotti]
Wup that hoe, Wup that hoe (she fucked yo baby daddy)
Wup that hoe, wup that hoe (shit I aint mad at ya)
[Ingrid Smalls]
Na na na.
Oh, oh, oh, no no no
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah
I done been in this game for years, it made me an animal
I learned that
makin' more money in the rap game
Than some of you can (A yeah yeah) with a bird in your hand
Puttin' it down
We wanted in fifty states for this weight
two to put us on
You ever had to tell your hommie that the turn he took was wrong?
71 times they said, "rap in your native tongue"
N****s switched their
Uh, rap niggas back on the chopping block
Come out that house, back to yo mom and yo papa spot
Back to the county, back to three hots in a hostel
And makin fun of the way that im livin way that im pacin
Now look at u
On the the couch
Filled wit hate
Eatin cake
Playin games
Matter fact
Take yo
And then I'll reload
And reload, and reload, and reload, and load
Whole barrel explode!!!!
Nigga I'm T-are-you, that means I'm TRU 2 Da Game
Mention me
tennis chain
Do it by myself, if I get caught, it ain't no witness, man (Gotti, what makes you do it?)
Loaded up them bricks inside my jet and then I
there?)
Yo, hey yo
[Chorus 2X: Sheek and Redman]
Get up, stand up - throw your hands up
All my thug niggaz throw your motherfuckin hands up
Get up, stand
voran und fortan
, nahm das Album Form an wie der T-1000
Vorher rappte ich schon vier Jahre
Was hat es mir eingebracht?
'Nen Scheißdreck man!
Rap ist eine
with choice
Kamikaze sicker than a mothaf***in' Nazi
Got a little question for that n**** that made Poparazi
Tell me if you ain't in this rap game
For
Durchschaubares Auftreten, ah
Wie als 'des Hologram von 2Pac erschien
Ich hab den Stoff da, der hundert Mann ins Wunderland zum verdammten Hutmacher beamt,
Ich bin
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