Lyrics:
without the tops, nigga
[Chorus] (Puff Daddy)
Try to see if you see what I see
Give my game & spit my G
When it's all done, stack, funds, & I'm
horses
I'ma show ya who the boss of intercourse is
Sex, I'm takin' no losses
Even groups like SWV and TLC
Can't see B-I-G with telepathy
The recipe,
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
Nie patrzymy wstecz to chyba kolejna próba
Dzisiaj robię outro jutro album będzie hulał
Byle do przodu byle by ciągle do przodu
Bit jest pustą ulicą
everything you need
An ounce of game and the trainin' to make a G
Remember me, as an outcast, outlaw
Another album out, that's what I'm about more
Gettin'
chatting to Osama
Skepta the K I N G
Man start panicking when I MC
Yeah, J-A rules, but it’s Boy Better Know
It’s not Murder IN-C
Yo, they’re some hating
baller, n**** G'z and cut ki's
Gats for enemies, freeze! hundred degreez
Kill, robbery, soldier- born to ride
Killer- born to die, Mama- was born
then I seen them the last time
Then selling dimes, now it's quarter keys, stacking G's
In the South Indies
My nigga them folks riding bicycles among
He keep on playing he get played by the gun
You too serious need to have some fun
In that 40 I hit that dash
And the police they were on our ass
I
try to examine
But never do what I can with this
Here to manifest
What you don't wanna stand against
I'm the G.O.A.T. by unanimous
Get you choked in
“Against All Odds”
Written By: Amber Smoke
Intro:
Push yea ooh
Push aye aye aye aye
Verse 1:
Feel like I’m floating high
But my feet
you say G.O.O.D. Music?
Can you say G.O.O.D. Music?
And we do's this.
Uhn. Get ready for the next dynasty nigga!
Finally Famous the album comin' soon
Hennessy, hangin' with the clowns
And all we used to do is drink brew
Screw and common knew
We had bitches by the dozens
We fuckin' cousins
You can throw your
always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes
We didn't realize what
sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs
know why cause I was
Frivolous but now I’m a saver
I’m a hustler by nature
I can sell bread to a baker
Sell a fence to my next door neighbour
I wanna buy
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get
to buy your single, nigga hell no!
If you dubbin' this right now 'stead of buyin' my album
You're
CHORUS [Kardinal Offishall] (Circle crew)
(You're
dead
Straight from high street, raised by the o.g.'s
Never slanged keys, but quick to drop them be's
Put 'em in the trunk and that ain't no front
'Cause
{Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word up I got shit to do you
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
on this album?"
I said "you bitch ass nigga, I am P-A, who the fuck is you nigga?
Know what I'm sayin'?
Everybody know I rep for Port Arthur, Texas
facts
I know they mad thats in the past
No I ain't Johnny I stay with the Cash
Don't play with me play with a Bag
Keeping it G aint shit sweet
Yo pockets
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