Lyrics:
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
something they’ll remember
Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba
We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get
every bar, go from the start
But I had to get it right because I wanna see my name on the charts
K.Ji gets gassed every week when I play my songs
Tee hits
She hit my phone up like baby it's time to run it up
It's a lot of Portland shit going up in here
She hit my phone up like baby it's time to run it
{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run, boy)
In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur
Has just released another album under the alias "Makaveli"
Music insiders are running
Suge Shot Me
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are
get smacked up
By the are-you-N-D-M-see (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin' tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my
a drive by scene
RIP Knaste forever in my heart
I'll never forget you
You always play your part
We met in high school
Freddie Thomas Vs. School of the Arts
they left us in the bucket like some crabs to fight.
They beat us and shot us and hit us with clubs,
They cut off our hands and feat and left us with
Just keeps reminding us of the struggles
They start pulling up pictures
Of us getting hit
By dogs and firehoses and all that
You know like, my daughter
talk about them hits I wrote
No cosign, had to go and get it on my own (for real)
Every album full of singles, I can't do no wrong
Every time that I
Wonder
Blind to the bullshit
Wonder how I get around
I came up from the pound
Keep my feet running ever since I hit the ground
King crowns all we carry in
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol, something far from a
Lover, beside my brother, s-c-o-t-t
I just laugh 'cause no one
and then head to the booth
On the climb to the peak don't hit my phone because I'm making moves
Yeah
Move in silence like a king cobra suprise competition
Words and music by Freddie Mercury and John Deacon
Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah!
You're taking all the sunshine away
Making out like you're the main
Non-stoppin', I'ma hit 'em till the block explode
Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, what you want?
I even got a little rock 'n' roll
The most creative, original, got 'em
be another mugshot with cold still eyes (Sandra Bland)
Don't be another name on a sign
(Freddie Gray)
Don't be another reason we riot
(Rodney King
for the floor hit
Nauseous, Jaunty got the groupies calling
Your girl's feeling my flow, we'll see just what you taught her
Introduce, banger and mash,
know
What the business it
This that Drenchy standing at the stove
In the kitchen shit
This that Drenchy dropping elbows
In the skillet bih
King James
(Hit-Boy)
A man reproduces himself, through his child
So when he leave here, he can just smile
But I see fit to stay here a while
Maybe buy
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
to the King now he Simba lunch
I pull up on him with the work on me with the tools out like a pickup truck
You should know by now I don't give a fuck
Call me
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