Lyrics:
a writer,
Yeah the passenger hopped out, but you got shot by the driver
There's a killer like everywhere, so why would you take it there,
Neighborhood
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
Sutter Cane releasing madness from within!
Causing such a major ruckus that will give your life a kick
While listening to an album which was written by
that's how it stay,
Her songs still better than anything out there the the hotter power play
Remember, how they accused her saying she did an album
just pissed
You shoot like you got permission to miss
You wouldn't clap nickels by a fountain
With yo' bitch in a wish
I don't ballroom brawl
Fuck a kick
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
goin' on)
Nothin' where you callin' from, (New Jersey)
OK, I got the loop for you, go ahead and do your shout-out
And then we'll get to the countin'
goin' on)
Nothin' where you callin' from, (New Jersey)
OK, I got the loop for you, go ahead and do your shout-out
And then we'll get to the countin'
the truth, you got talent out the gazoo
When niggas first heard you it was like "Man on the Moon"
You got dissed by a legend but you damaged him too
So what if
eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice
Straight outta Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens
But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
lungs eat a beat exhale the flames
Since I dropped DAFT nothing else has been the same
But I maintain, kick game, new name
Call me Mr. Rodgers whooping
and then some
Like Trina, you dig
I fucked up and got too attached to the bitch's kid
Knowin that she used the baby to use me
Took him out my life, mentally
with his head
Bullets kick his back, if he try to duck & run off on his mans
Check me out nigga, I did 25k off like three albums by myself nigga
They
never gonna move out of Jacksonville
I'm livin' in fuckin' Hollywood"
Hmm, you know this is my first, uh, rock slash rap album
So, it's kind of new for
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
Yeah I see you know what i'm sayin I ain't tryin to go out like that
nigga I'm trying to get signed
have a video and shit you know what I'm sayin
so I
stoped? How come it's not still going
Because it's over, Beevis this is perhaps the coolest album ever made
I think you're right Butthead, come on come
have time bra
I'm just a legend in the making
Start a mixtape then an album
Now waiting
Show you niggas I'm here for the taking
Waiting and waiting
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
and Anita
Tony One Week make we gyrate
make we, make we, make we gyrate
Bring out all the liquor with a nice cake
better get a nice cake cuz
Me I like
make friends with dick suckers, said they tell you that I'm a stranger
Kick some dirt on my name, but really how can I blame you
I'm the next to blow,
and Mr. Shadow.... aka the Mayhem Click
And we're talking about rumors
Now Lil' Rob we understand you have an album out called The Crazy Life
Can you tell
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