Lyrics:
the whole feel
And it's wield by the regiments of the steel
Word up, MC Lyte, my boys GangStarr
The D.O.C., Eazy-E, Salt-n-Pepa, Whodini
Grandmaster Flash,
an album
Got another one coming
Making money off these n*****
When they try to play the
I messed up, let me try again
Baby girl, I don't know what you
the album in the streets
The riots caused the parental advisory sticker to be put on albums and songs that contain explicit lyrics
After N.W.A. disbanded in
health
In the words of Shawn, I gotta move on
But I took a year off to get my head screwed on
Tighter than before though I met the flyest to the core
I
foreigns we could ride
N I got time for you to spend
Said I'll keep you by my side if you ride w me till the end
Yeahh yeah yeah
Tell something you like
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
To all the coons, I say "Hi!"-de-ho
Produced by the mighty pro
Crazy Kay Gee kickin' hit's like Karate Joe
Always with the mind every time to
Blame it
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
the homies
Fuck the Wizard of Oz that brick road leads to a O Z
I'm the O G amputated below the knee
Inspired by Shawn Carter and Warren G
I'm at the corner
Surrounded by feds
The Pain
Bruce felt
Finding out
Alfred was dead
Riding around
With these voices
So loud in my head
Crowded like the crowd
For a
New Years
the president
This is the future bitch, I'm not even in the now
To be like dem doesn't make'em go mouth droppin' down
2050 The year dropping 30th album
20 Citys
sh** is kinda crazy
8 plus 9, that's seventeen if you add it up
Made fifty K, I know these n****s all was mad as f***
When my granddad died he was 88
He
This album too hard
Hundred thousand at large
I'm expecting to sell, yeah
Drip too hard
While the rain got you caught
I be busting like hail
2021 Rap Up
Talk to 'em, Tommy
You know every year, at the top of the year, it's my time
Y'all be waitin' for me to talk reckless
Respectfully,
ride by
Shawty whats up, I'm the shit
Yea you can do it, but not like this
Westside up in this bitch
A T-L-A-N T-A, I can do this all day
word, the only road
Anybody out there yo, check out Von Prospa's High Up
I always said, Von Prospa, you definitely had one of the albums of the year
I can
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
Dejected expression as I kick his neck in
My ego is beaten and bruised and wrecked and
All I wanna do now is ask for seconds
But guess I'll spend years tryna
I guess it's all that, layin like doormats..peed
When I make this hit you try to catch me
I told her, ?nine-sixty years? all the papers near
Now I
by myself I hold the foundation
Face to face, I make my affiliation
Short and brief, I make out with the loose leaf
In the struggle, ten years after
Fi-Di-Di-Di-Dan
Get Em By The Hundred I Aint Talkin Bundles Eitha
Love That Wite Girl, I Got Jungle Fever
[Slick Pulla:]
Ok, Its Blakanomiks Me N Fab Gon Skool Ya
a nigga by surprise, I was astounded
He a real cool dude but why he call me clownin'?
You say'n you don't know bout it? Know bout what?
Atlantic
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
bout?
i been stayin outta trouble shit i bin on the couch
i was workin on the album i was listenin now
then doug called (ay you spoke to J?)
Yea is it
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