Lyrics:
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
D.E.E.P.
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Urm one thing that
I have come to appreciate throughout making this album is
Is the different forms of love you can get
And I feel like
Everybody is
many jealous haters, you know I make them sick
Knock them out like the fuckin' pandemic
Chew 'em up, eat 'em up just like Pringles
I make triple albums
Unsteady till I die (I'm gonna die)
Askin' why
I be passin' them by (I'm gonna die)
Lies
L-l-lies
Lies
L-l-lies
Kool be my judge
And they sayin that I
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
where the party's at
It's uptown in the Boogie Down so don't sleep
On that Non Fiction hit by Black Sheep
Dres --
Be the be -be , L-L-L, L-A-see-K
S-H,
and the Pound, we don't F around
Relax your mind and let your conscience be free
And get down, stomping grounds is the L-B-C
I slid up out the game and MCs got
stomping grounds is the L-B-C
I slid up out the game and MCs got whack
But now I'm back (oh shit), so go get your strap (your strap)
Watch your head
thank ol' me
We celebrating, you hatin' on a real one
All the L's that I took, man I still won
Big bank rolls coming at you
West Coast king, man, I
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]
P-H-I-L-L-Y
North west south west south side
Spit it for them bitches and
Niggas who stay fly
B-Mack, Roc-a-fella till I die
Met Jay, dropped on a album in
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
作曲 : S.L.ALEC
编曲 : S.L.ALEC
SAIYAN
Composed By: S.L.Alec
@Asian Gang
@Alec Handmade Studio™️
@COBRA
Producer: COBRA/S.L.ALEC
Mixing: S.L
Ti Peyi m lan
On behalf of the City of North Miami, I would like to congratulate you on being honored by the Haitian American Cultural Society
a Ivan e ad Alteria per avere impreziosito l’album con la loro presenza
suonano
Disgui - voce, chitarre, basso e programmazione tastiere
Chuck Sabo -
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
We never hold hands while we riding the L train
Say she's sick of niggas, she be riding the L train
Dreads hella fake, real hair growing back
But
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
Artist title : Taylor Jaye , Chin Chilla Track title: Soboro
Album title: Rise Of Jaye Walker You said that you would , soboro Waiting for me till
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
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