Lyrics:
[Chorus x2]
[Royal T]
Six in the morning, haters at my door
Fresh Nikes squeeking by the bathroom floor
Out my back window, I made my escape
Haters know
[Chorus x2]
[Royal T]
Six in the morning, haters at my door
Fresh Nikes squeeking by the bathroom floor
Out my back window, I made my escape
Haters know
time for the Bean Town
Go ahead and pull them 3's out
Real quick change the scene now
Palm trees by the beach now
I got what you need while I'm still
ya
Comin at ya in 3d
Ha-ha-ha
?? funkier than that, boy
Check it out
Kick it again
My tongue is spinnin
I follow with Allah and the Father be stoppin
black Trans-Am dippin on that man, who that be?
TIM-BA-land, now haters want to get at me
Just because we three brothers dippin in the FLY RIDE
He
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love
started Raising my mental state
Now blank and Jon
Then I'll make an album that
Gets me cake
Lay to waste
3rd child on the 3rd
I had to save the date
Know
can be is what I am and who I am
Chasing women when I should be recording
Invite a couple then I invite some more in
Next thing you know it's 3 in
by my respect
Fuck the three O 3:15
Yea, but what our eyes are Mars
Times was hard, I grindin' hard
Free my dawg behind them bars (Free Roy
inside of Sam's club
I done did dirt and went to church to get my hands scrubbed
Swear I've been baptized each three or four times
But in the land where
three albums deep, but I don't wanna go pop
Too many candy rappers seem to be at the top
Too much candy is no good, so now I'm closing the shop
siedem jeden siedem cztery
Nie ma dróg rozstaju 3W jednym z tu konarów
Nie chcesz żebym zrobił z twego snu koszmaru
Nadciąga pułk ułanów spodziewaj się
Still fightin paranoia
Anxiety at an all time high
Better days that I'm pushin for
Are what help me get by
Sheez still roll brown haze by
This album's dedicated to you
Katie
The Bonnie to my Clyde
I know sometimes I be getting outta pocket and all
But the truth of it is
I'm just so
up that kelp
No I am not smoking mids
I Smoke the finest of top shelf
Made an album yes I did
And bitch I mixed it by myself
Long ass nights inside my
Garbage Patches, massive areas of ocean that are perforated by microplastics. The Great Pacific patch is estimated to contain more than 3 million tons
nie po to by się zbłaźnić
Ja niby od 3 lat się błaźnie kurwa Magik
Ref:
Ha! To jest powrót i nikt tu mnie nie powstrzyma
Te wersy są dla każdego
I be lookin' like bye-bye
By the way, namaste, where your momma stay?
Tell her Ronnie comin' round the way, lucky day
I be comin' with the God body
Me
(Verse 3)
Uhh, we just chill
Got drinks in the fridge, try not to spill
Hit me up if you're hungry for a meal
Anything you want, anything you feel
like an engine pack
3.50 with the tint look like men in black
Locked in locked in gotta lock in
...
Imma fiend for the green, by any means, I’m
I am Hip Hop
Since Nineteen Seventy Three
I am
I am Hip Hop
Since Nineteen Seventy Three
I am Hip Hop
Born when Hip Hop was born
Cook County Hospital
three man try link up and do a album
It's not gonna sound like this
Tryna sound like A tryna like Skep
And the rest tryna sound like Chip
You ain't been
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