Lyrics:
learn how to rap
Only last two minutes but believe I'm good in the sack
Sometimes I last a little longer but my woody clasped
I'm begging you please my
(Guess who's back?)
Drop the drums, here it comes
Only got two minutes to bounce, and every second counts
Better press, REC on your deck, here
and blue leather
Forcasted my future, this is the future
The mastermind until my next album, more power to you
Come on
This is a fifteen minute song
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
if it's not the first album it'll be the second album, if it's not the second album it'll be the third album. I'm not just trying to say imma come out
are you?
You done dropped six albums in the past two years, and nobody knows who the fuck you are
If it ain't in God's plan, then it's not gonna happen,
[Lil' Boosie]
Ugh! We dropped again on you bitch ass, niggaz! (Laughing)
Every album like a bird!
If you buy Trill shit
Then you buy that real shit!
the style that I invented
My sophomore album 'bout to come out any minute
I'm about to make waves
Yuh-uh-yeah, motherfucker
of the girls Drake and Future took down
But I got no time for juveniles throwing tantrums
Texting me that they hate my one-word answers
Here's two, call me,
The love overpowers the hate by twos
All they left was the yellow tape in his shoes
It's real when the funeral wait to make the news
Load the tre pound
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
Good evening, and welcome to eazy's playhouse
You stupid muthafucka
Now that you got the album
What the fuck are you gonna do with it
Bitch
motherfuckers must ain't peeped them
Last two albums, for real, dick riders
[Hook - 2x]
All you hoes, talking down
Guard your grill, keep moving around
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
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The lyrics of the album Aku na Uba byb(the real t wise)
healthy
Making my P on my own agenda
No routine won't slip if I sell three
Don't try me, need minute just time me
Two K fit that's cold no Kyrie
Don't hate
I stretch my D., Ya'll dudes want my recipe?
Here's what ya'll do, hit the lab, write an album or two
Then I might let you sign my shoe, that's just
of fine boys in here, still thinkin' about you
I should try to pretend that I'm happy for a minute or two
They playin' Weezy
Is this a party
Or what?
Album two is where I really spill
I project it so you can disect it
Everything I post, I direct it
All the hate, I deflect it
Run for president, get
In today's music news, the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli
Music insiders are running wild
Why are we so defeated by a moment
Been a minute since the last time we've spoken
I'm not trying to be yo man
Miss being by your side
I just want
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