Lyrics:
like a brownstone
You hear my heat rock comin' through your sheetrock
It means you're OD'n homeboy, here come the detox
I get my swagger on, proud
Sarajevo
But I make sure their albums make a peso
Dashie's getting slammed by snow
6 inches on the western portion, it'll blow
If I were a Monstercat artist,
gonna finish you’re degree
At the same time you were building up your own team
Now that you’re out go n execute the dream
4 years deep finally making
album I copped
The Jungle Brothers Done by the forces of nature'
check out the cover
Afrocentric brothers just as dark as me
Hip Hop a guiding force
for Guns 'n' Roses
Yeah! C'mon!
Throw your hands in the sky
And wave em from side to side
And if you're in this life just gettin by
Somebody
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
bling bling'n
Either haven't heard the album or they don't know English
They only know what the single is, and singled that out
To be the meaning
My fecal with the sewer rats
Shaka shaka zulu, huh
New year 30 new you's
What we should do
Is move the fuck on
Walk through the valley yes I walk
Till I got enough to make bank
Till my respect is earned n' paid
I've done a lot as the years growing older
But deep down inside to be honest I want more
Me," yeah I guess it's kinda true
Most societal ‘n’ issues that's affecting me and you
The variance of opportunities, you're passing by or passing
sent guaranteed to snatch ya soul
Now i ain't f with ya trying stalk a n
Shawn2hot aka p whip
Bottle by the case hundred dollar tipper
Tell me what you
of ambition sum shit you can't teach
Like 3 woods in you can tell by my speech
Neva forgot all them days I couldn't eat
You know it's for clyde when I rap
hall We don't go to court we don't show up we don't testify we don't tell who got robbed we don't tell who died It's been 5 years Shawn where's
these curses the apples they don’t fall far from trees
I’m still livin by the hustlers code
but I’m doing good it’s been years since I touched a stove
freestyle of the year
I should charge em' for the verse
Niggas sick to they stomach
You should call the fucking nurse
Hidden Gem album of the year
You heard
always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes
We didn't realize what
sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs
with this shit for half a year)
Didn't break a bone?
U fucking soft
Leave a home and throw a rock
Scar on my head
Don't give a fuck
(Living well, no
ass
Give ya what cha wanna hear
Ya kno when ya put the shit
Out ya shoulda told dem
Dat was a conversation that me n
U had sum like a year
Ago right? It
going to conquer them by any means
Barley got a year in this rap game
And already have two songs released
Including another five songs EP
And still
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
Twenty years of age I don't want to reach
I'm scared for my future if I say the least
Since it's my last year in college
N6 wish I'm in N4
Not
Now fifty years down the line, we gon' all look back
And say that hip-hop, in 1995 was wack
But then we gots it back on tracks
And by the year
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