Lyrics:
Ya By my Kumba linx
The youth grew me
The work I do four em
Add 2 me
Spikes depiction of the Windy City really
Blew me
Coming from A-MC who went to see
and wait with bated breath for what I write
Win without and within, each album will be white
Pop plenty champagne in my own private plane
Only lines, no
I`m footin` it, walkin` to Kragens Auto Parts
[Chorus]
A week later, everything was fo` sho`
My album was about to drop so I went
you failed again, man what a shame
You say you the one and not the two
But you forgot the negative
Cause I'm better than you
Hate to be the one to break
Thinkin' they can play two notes on a keyboard,
And come up with a song like ours,
Your mixtape stinks like a fart (fart noise),
My album's a slut in
[Prodigy]
Yeah old school part one feel it
The realest, Who be the realest
Them niggaz stay
Infamous minded
you've been blinded
Cut on your
or sing, but he wants to do both
Puts an album out, and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere
It's the start
dogs, they got big mouths
I just wanna breathe
But the house is getting too loud, it’s too loud (yuhx2)
Sick of talking bout what I want
I been tapped out
the light of the Lord that you could seek out
That’s why he put freedom in these bars that’s a breakout
But the devil stay creeping n the shadows that’s
make it big
On god I think I found my gig
Yo Sam I think I found my niche
Ya boi is 'bout to
Take this bitch by storm
Not my final form
But I'm-a reach
Mt. Lexon Shore
Off of Salem Road, exit 84
Two wheels, had to go and pay my bro
You see me, I see you
12 AM in ATL, this is part two
Big
thinking these Gs
Fuck that that's a new track
Just been teased
Just wait for the album
Wolf 19
2 0 20
I want to be like Deno Motorola
But buy it cash
Forget
you wifed or you seed it n***** f*** the same b****
Where I'm from- you either risk your freedom or you starve
So we hustle full time with a part
You see we unbreakable, y'all niggaz is uncapable
We 2G nigga we use gats that's untraceable
Still smokin, and niggaz know how I do it
Keep big
Pour ce qui bougent...
...devant quand y a embrouille
2 enveloppes dans l'urne...
...Faut pas rigoler avec moi
Pour ceux qui bougent...
...devant
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
paid (Brrt)
Switching scenes
Renegade in a sense
I live by a different creed
Different breed ah
Enemies I, (Bitch) ain't got the energy
I got two kids
nuts man
Last two albums I've been complaining
Like I'm a defendant
Haters holding court like they're the plaintiff
Dudes with man boobs
With commentary
from the start
Ran for the finish got detoured from the fast route by another
One spot holder hold ground for our town, N.Y.
For those who
mybroe
I bring life to the booth
Kill a mic when I recite the truth, ja
MC by trade
I let my rhyme play
From Saturday to Friday
I have to do it my way
Step
nicknamed her Missy
She lives alone out in New Orleans, she always tells me she miss me
But such as life, this story's real, it's not a movie by Disney
get seen
I'm a Dirty Bird now but I keep shit clean
I rip meanface niggas one by one
Or two by two, I'll take 'em however they come
Instead
dropped a album in two years and I'm still on tv
I gotta swag so retarded like hoa
The girls like boosie fuck me harder,
Bitch! hoa
Nigga say they
fine- your vision's just different than mine
See I learned how to rhyme by a different design
Remember I had the album with the Canibus sign
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