Lyrics:
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
tryin', tryin', tryin')
(To get you under my pressure)
Yes, uh
Biggest, you feel me? (M-M-M-Maybach Music)
Godfather with a garden full of snakes
blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking
to do with defeats
I turn all of those to motivational musical speech
Oh, and by the way, guess what I'm doin' to eat?
Yup, rappin', who cares about
lame, money can't change you
I'm a bigger artist, and I don't care if we on the same label
I'll put a baby and a plan B in the same cradle (grr, baow)
I live
Mansion acre got a hunnid M's
Migo my family we got some unity
Believe in loyalty hit you with choppas
Fuck with the quarter be
We got more
time
No sleeping til I cross the line, I'm running
Cause I gotta pack them shows
And Dre told me ain't no coming back from gold
So I gotta get my album
over melodies, but no, not I (Yugh)
See I'm so top 5
If they factor in the truth I just might blow by
Blowbama
I'm like a ghost
I'll be living in a dirt room
Waiting for the day to be closer
To the window when you're home
I'll be standing by your back door
your love, love, love
From the time that I awake
I'm imagining the good love that we'll make
If to me your vibe can do all this
Just imagine how
anticipating your love, love, love
From the time that I awake
I'm imagining the good love that we'll make
If to me your vibe can do all this
Just imagine how
your love, love, love
From the time that I awake
I'm imagining the good love that we'll make
If to me your vibe can do all this
Just imagine how
question it
We gon' get the album done by the deadline
I'll talk to ya later, over and out brother
night with you
You better hold me like I'm
More than just a friend
Give me a memory I can use
Take me by the hand while
We do what lovers do
It matters
a spell on you (Spell)
You don't have to lie to me (Me)
I'm seeing the truth (Truth)
Don't try to tell me what it ain't because I see all the proof (Proof
mingle
Mickey D's over Spytty smoking weed down the Dingle
I'm Mike Balls this is a song about Newport
Oh mate have you done a rap album I have
Im Mikey
And it's no accident that these rhymes sound tough
I'm goin' off, baby, there's no turnin' back
I'm on your TV, on your album, cassette and 8-track
And when
Proof's in da pudding and dat bakin soda taken,
Paper dat I'm makin, gotta take dem photos naked.
Listenin to niggas like whistlin dat Wendy Williams,
I
{NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Okay.. this album has been funded
By the Blastmaster KRS-One Fund
Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah!
You know what? We're gettin {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Okay,
to get popped by a cop?
Who the next n**** in the hood to get shot?
I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped up in bulletproof
N**** on my stomach see -
still at the back of the line
And I'll keep going while I'm on my grind
So
Hey
Not a care
Living life like a dare
Playing plays
Day by day
Understanding
should be by now
I tell "I get it in my own time"
In my own time
(God's time)
Oh my
I'm better than I thought I'd be back
When the bar that I'd set for
know I'm harder than granite!
These rappers heard I'm droppin'
So they push back their releases
Drop a diamond album by myself
Don't need no features
Man this is to fucking hard to not go on the album...
I think it's gonna go on the album
Beautiful tango
Take me by the hand
Beautiful tango
Until
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