Lyrics:
a rap album from Menudo
It's true though what God can do yo through fat beats that get the party kicking like Judo
The anointing and fatter rhymes than
I'll let Michael Jordan be my stylist
I'll rock one of them baggy ass Tracy McGrady suits
I've been poppin' since I was 5, that was in '82
Believe
of y'all don't know who I'm talkin' about
'Cause you ain't from where they'll mop you up when you walk out the house
We have nothing in common 'cept our
his mind
If he could speak down from heaven
He tell me stay on my grind
Tell him I'm doin' fine Obama for mankind
We ready for damn change so ya'll
Started with a dollar and a dream
Sorta like Jordan getting cut from the team
Sorta like Dre 'fore he met Jimmy Iovine
I was lost out here, real
I wanted was acceptance, my latest lesson
I'll never feel your approval till I accept my own
Come from a messed up home, destitute and less informed
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
all that good stuff it'll be allright won't it?
Hey, by the time you've got this lot in your hands, by the way, we shall have been in the studio working
no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic
Ain't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life
Wow, they say the Bugatti went up in
vs Primetime, they'll never make that list again
ChiTown!!!! (Damn right) God bless the wind!!
I paint the perfect picture
They're amazed at my
Typical hater
Fake words masked by a traitor
Omg I'll see you later
Lyrically none plainer
See you later Alligator
Hit you with a taser
I'm a ball
scheme before this shit get ugly!
GOD DID
I’ll put a bullet in you for mines nigga not to mention my god kids!
You niggas corny
You niggas boring
He
Park until it got dark
And found lil' shot up Jordan they found your body parked in the car
I know you watching over your son from up above in
better use it
Cause if you're threatening my life, better believe I'll be a fool with it
I don't take no shit from nobody
I gots the Goodie Mo crew right
polar
How I did 4 albums by myself Im certainly anti social
How I didn’t cry when you did your time
Im surely psycho social
And I came from Social Circle
went top ten
And god willin we'll do it again
It was a long hard road believe me
People tryin to steal from me and deceive me
But that's cool, you live
Stomping on demons in Jordan's and Nikes
Authority granted got it from messiah
We walking in power and breaking the yoke We staying ten toes we'll
the winnin' touchdown.
Memba meek dead broke?
Look at me up now.
I run my city from south philly back to uptown.
Thank god all these bottles I popped,
and this entice them how them joke the same
So I'm gonna sing just like them to get where they at
I'll even break my by back to touch their rim if I gotta
right from wrong
I got wronged by my brothers, significant others
But I still count myself blessed, got a loving father and mother
Yeah, a ripity flipity
no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic
Ain't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life
Wow, they say the Bugatti went up in
(walk away from me)
We different, I'm not the one to converse (uh-huh)
By the time you mumble your verse
I'll be in top five company, comfortably,
like Jordan you know it'll finish ya
Watching 'em ball while I'm smoking that purple stuff
Eight missed calls
GG4 all in my lap bitch, hit out the park
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
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