Lyrics:
waves
Tap down those boots while I beat around
Funk me downtown
I lay around
Touch myself to pass the time tcuch myself
I feel down, I wish you were mine
or tinder?
TIM: I... am an enchanter.
ARTHUR: By what name are you known?
TIM: There are some who call me... Tim?
ARTHUR: Greetings, Tim the Enchanter.
inside of me
Now this is my delivery
Whatcha gon do
When my album drops
And it's hot as fuck baby
Whatcha gon do
When it's in ya headphones
And you
throw up your hands and drop your mic
'Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By the fifth you're dissed cause you lost
Six is your beat down
of your mouth
You called the Tupac estate and begged 'em to sue me and get that shit down
I'm losin' perspective on beef, Boi-1da send beat and I'll kill
the same rebel that never settled
Pullin' strings like Geppeto who overcame the ghetto
And I know you wrote me and I still ain't answered
'Cause shit is
isn't it.
Oh by the way, just before I sign off... because I've gotta go now... you know, there's a beer waiting for me
down the road in the bar. So I
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platinum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky,
once crowned, the same wanna pull you down
(And what makes the world go 'round)
And I be the world renowned wonder why
Wonderin' why you can't stand me
(Webbie verse 1)
I ride down ya street you can hear me in ya den.
Shakin niggas walls when I put it past 10
G- shit, I ain't even gotta rap in em
I
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
One Phantom, two castles, and a Jeep fo'
Five mics a classic, kinda like my six-fo'
Several years I earned cake, let me tell you more
Joey Crack, aka
fear of maps. You can be really stupid with some of your fears sometimes.
V: Excuse me! Envelopes!
S: AHHHH!
V: Calm down. Calm down. We'll just have
all at once, always here to receive
You know I take it all at once always here to receive
Forelines I'm always true, me I never deceive
Fore by Fore eh
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
of Reebok, shout to the whole Reebok staff holdin' me down
You know I'm sayin', Q Gaskins, Q, it's "Food & Liquor" time baby!
Shout to Matt Inc., Shout
your face.
I rap so hard, you can't stop me.
My last album sold a million copies.
Me and the maestro, laying the beat.
DJ scratches from my homeboy
me.
My last album sold a million copies.
Me and the maestro, laying the beat.
DJ scratches from my homeboy Pete.
Dangerous music is what you hear.
Album ending
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths
The music business hate me 'cause the industry ain't make me
Hustlers
Album ending
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths
The music business hate me 'cause the industry ain't make me
Hustlers
down?
Kings of Memhpis (yeah) Triple 6 Mafia Underground Volume 3 fo you jealous ass
Bitchessss (sum mo hot shit!) its goin down, lemme get directly
stone me
They're gonna say, "You're trying to be
Like Barack's wife look at her
She's sitting down and peeing like that
You trying to be like Michelle"
down the way, you know--around the way
Dade Country, 305, rep the whole M-I-A
A.K.'s and Chevrolets, nappy braids and heads shaved
Look here, shit
up
Put down yea right there they got left
I stay with the gun, you run up on me,
Then I'm blowin' mine like a genius
I'm fly with that heat like
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