Lyrics:
Damn, okay (yeah)
I been out the way in the cut, it's been a minute (been a minute)
Workin' on the album, now it's finished
Last time I saw her,
and Chronic stood as basically all that I would
Ever listen to and when I bought my first Onxy album, I started bumpin' them
Naught By Nature, Mobb Deep
Yo, Thug Brothers
Deeper than blood, my peoples is bugged
We keep two and slugs, under deep in the clubs
Yo Thug Brothers
Big N.O.R.E. and Pun,
voice down
Keep your voice down
*(another cup of wine and another two. Minutes)*
Be silent for a minute
Be by yourself
*(cnother j and another 2
festival
Not so very long ago
And the album, though well-intentioned
Not to everybody’s taste
Produced by the son of rockstar
Disappears without a trace
One minute they hate me then rate me
[Verse 2: Tatzstar 2 Shiny]
I see nothings changed
My city would rather hate me
Then see a young star in a range!
an album, the next day, I had one less tooth
Shattered rules, I call it breaking news
N180 been assassinate the game like he was John Wilkes Booth I'm gone
the second it load’ I see’n assume by the tech in they grasp’
N’reppin the mask’ that someone intend’da do harm’
0:34
I don’t pay poop for alarms’
I just lay
than raw denim, my flow you can't identify
Talib said it best back in the day, we just tryna get by
Two words, Mos Def, in my headphones
Black on one
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
this game
And it’s Towns by the way formally known as stak but we signed with the bone so I respectfully gave it back n dont hate me Jack I was 13 years
What's Up green green N for AH dot Beam Win I Try steal high everybody what am I gone Do NA By BYE everybody "Selling, 5 Buck For A Five i smell like ah
G's (Two G's)
My jogging pants filled with few G's (Who we?)
I surround myself with a few G's (Few G's)
Wait a minute, let me follow this
You think
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
of reckoning
We make it so that when the album drop
You cop nuff respect again
[Chorus] 2x
And now you want it like every five minutes
You recognize
smoking dank n***a
Still get paid n***a
It don't come with no delays and the pay is way bigger
There's a reason why I stay by my lonely
There's a reason
of Milli-Vanilli
motherfuckers are being murdered by the Big Bad Wolf
Got 'em all under pressure
[Chorus]X2
[Tech N9ne]
Hey motherfucker hey motherfucker hey
"Pay homage, respect .." -> Nas
Yeah, one-two..
"..Acknowledge the rep" -> Nas
Uhnnh.. I don't know what you cats was thinking..
"Pay homage, respect
sum'n like a fein to me
If you don't like me, then my n**** you are my enemy
If you think that imma thug, lemme show you my inner g
It's been a minute
that you might try weighin' it
Hated by many but I hate 'em back
Loved by troopers who know where it's at
You might like me, might think I'm wack
But
I came up cause I wasn’t finished. Young n I’m out on a mission. Pluss I ont take hate cause I bubbled up out of the trenches. But who be the blame.
This isn't your average song
This isn't your average song
Your average song is three minutes long with a consistently smooth groove
a catchy tune
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