Lyrics:
No verses written by me (nah)
Out to prove to all that I could MC (come on)
Lookin' to battle, what? Who want it with he?
Uniform and fatigues, foam
what I can
To make old Bill feel wanted
He does the same for me
Telling the stories about our lives
Keep each other company
Yeah we got a lot in common
buy you happiness
But it can buy you drugs (And it go)
The pills and dollar bills
(Dollar bills, bills)
Last night he got so high
He damn near blew his
Little niggas want to rap and think that shit sweet
Push his first album and he died the same week
Put that water on the dirt turn that shit to mud
I
Metro Boomin' want some more nigga
Metro Boomin said he got me, yeah
All these rappers try to copy, yeah
Stick to ice, don't play no hockey,
that album
Wouldn't give a chance to it, not a second glance to it
They say he wines to much, he's too bitter
They call it complaining, I call it
brrt, brrt)
He dropped his nuts, but they turned into peanuts
He dissed me on live, then his ass got killed (brrt, brrt, brrt)
Whoopty-woo, got hit by
Got to live for today cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
Don't just want a piece I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gone take it
If you're
the street and we totin
I hit your bitch with the dick, now she say that she bloated
Since I dropped the album, I gotta carry my gun loaded
Remember, back up
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
We die, we all take shits in it
[Kool Keith]
There's a million albums out there with that opera
as gods
That's the dumbest shit I've ever
Heard in my motherfuckin' life
You need to set the fuck down somewhere (Ahh)
(Um, on this new album I've
Got uh
monster
He talks to ya like he's alive
And when he talks like bees to a hive
The people come runnin, the older and the young'in
The place he lives in is
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
[Swizz beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violator the album
Go, go, go!!
[l
tuberculosis, folks."
People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake
for the man"
Nothing could stem New York’s
Strange folk-punk tide
In '68 came David Peel on the Lower East Side
He recorded an album on the streets
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
"Yeah you like that don't you?!?"
K- "Hey guys! Guys! Stop fighting! This song is about togetherness!"
J- "He's right"
K- "Bill, can you say to Justin
See my lil' homie with me he hold me down
He gon' take the shot just like Westbrook
Who he think he is? said VP
Vice president Young, you've got to see
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
the bills
I got to get it by any means
I'm ready to get it by any means
I'm ready to kill all my enemies
Lately I've been copping DaVinci jeans
Dark shades
(Mason)
Picture this, little Fred out there really hittin' licks
By 15 he's locked in jail but no one didn't visit him
It's cool though, 'cause
keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violater the album
Go, go, go!!
[l boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website
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