Lyrics:
Yeah Short Dawg in the house
Survivin' the game man, it ain't easy when
You out here for uh ten years hanging with the cut-throats
Back stabbers,
caliber bars the legend rest in peace
Still run the city 6 years after my last release
I'm killin' the game bringin' the rhythm inhibiting dealin'
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
as many years
He's working for Gene Autry, they're calling him the Ryan Express
He throws one ball a hundred, now he's the fastest in the West
But after
naked papers
You can tell a cat serious about rap and it ain't luck
If 20 years after his first single, his name's stuck
From '74 to '99, did novice
took place 8 months
After I got saved
By placing my faith in Jesus Christ
The one who arose from the grave
The first concert that I been to
Was
who he be
Yo it's the REB
O to the RN
THA
R to the E
To the BIZ
ZLE
Reborn Tha Rebizzle
Y'all know who he be
This all took place 8 months
After I got
playin'
Ten thousand violins
Souls floating away like feathers in the wind
They said my last album I sounded bitter
No, I sound like a spitter
Who
of medicine and it never helps!
Day by day I'm struggling against myself!
Tell me every type of advice that I've heard before
And nevertheless it's getting
The G-O-A-T, the one who raised me
My friend since i was 10
200! 2003
I’m old as fuck
I was s'pose to be a millionaire by 21
Dumb FUCK SHIT, should’ve sat down
my last album title song
but I understand it takes a year for niggaz to catch on
(hit em in the head dog) So let's get it on! yea
[Notorious
number one out of ten
This beat that you're hearing is a primary example
Of some shit you can accomplish not worrying about a sample
I'd rather be loved by
on
The Internet forever by blocking both my
Snapchats you've blocked all our history
Together when we wanted fame, wanted to
Get into the rap game i’ll
Continue
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky,
used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky, I say
it the beat? Is it the rap?
Is it a finger snap or the same 808 clap?
And how do we adapt and get TRL votes
When thirteen-year-olds control
up my drunk a lot high
You get the drunk talk, dick feelin right, right, right
All I need is X.O. to set me in
Bitch I don't need yo pussy fought by
as a peacock
Bars is hot, beats is pumpin' like a ? box
[Chorus]
Shake it baby shake it
If you a real O.G. put your hands in the air with me, c'mon
Shake
Sitting on my throne after killing all my first
Bitch, I went gold at nineteen years old
So, I don't give a fuck what you been told (you been told)
inches, count 'em
But not many niggaz have slammin albums
X to the Z rocks consistantly
I'm "Criminal Minded" so don't fuck with me
Why? Well that's my
come on." (9X)
"If he's the President, pullin out my Ray-Gun" -> Chuck D
[Chubb Rock]
Throughout history, no physical might has ever crushed
this shit I'm soul
Ice ice they gotta pay me in gold
Told em rich by 24
No love no x and o's
Wrist in froze ya beats being me
All the baddest hoes
2013 I argued wit shorty, later was turnt at the party
This year though I'm wildin
after that breh, we wildin
Cause 2014 on my birthday my nigga I'm
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
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