Lyrics:
keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violater the album
Go, go, go!!
[l boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website
and all my fans are feelin it
Bitch got a bad habit, go away with the next I'm cool with it
Back on the grind or back on the mic put that album on repeat
from the norms
And soon millions of folk
Records were being sold
By the early sixties, Dylan, Baez, Phil Ochs
Were doing intellectualized copies
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
what I assume (Assume)
I'm gazing up at the moon
The serpents lurking soon (Soon)
I'm sitting here in this room
Just took an ounce of shrooms (Shrooms)
Cartier
I got homies knocked by police
I got homies knocked by police
I got homies knocked by police
They gone have to hit me up on the phone now
MUSIC & LYRICS BY ILYA LAGUTENKO.
What's your, what’s your poison overnighter
Will you sell your soul for bread and butter
How'd you find your
for you to die
That's why you better have your head on a swivel and your antennas up
Fucked around, get killed by a police the way you reachin', bruh
a cold game
Played by the coldest man
Everything ya see is not
The 7-4 k
The son of cocaine
I'm a dopeman
Plus I'm holdin' weight
Cause I'm the dope
fuck the world
Back to standin' on the Ave. with a couple birds
If you a killer well I'm tryna see
'Cause calling the police the only thing free
I
Scars on my wrist and it tell a story
Don’t know where I’m from, word to my homies
Flows off chains wanna call the police
Hit her form the back then I
a couple of Rosarios
DJ Quik and Suga Free on the stereo
I'm the king of the area - barrio Barbarian
Interrupted by my bitch asking if we can go
Oh yeah you know where I'm from
You know where I stay
Nigga, I'm posted in the A
Sittin low in my phantom ridin high
Every time I ride by nigga, I'm
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
(Yeah)
(Real Talk)
(Aye life got a way of making you wanna just isolate)
(Be like a man on the moon)
(True story)
(I remember it like it was
on the passenger seat
Road block got stopped in the square by soldiers and police
Thank God that they didn't see it, jeesh
Young wild nigga gone off the leash
Lost
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
I'm a lone wolf
A lone wolf
I'm a lone wolf
A lone wolf
I'm a lone wolf
A lone wolf
Bitch, I'm howlin' at the moon
I ain't never been shook
hungry, you getting robbed
By me, Biggie Smalls and The Delfonics
Yo, man, yeah, yeah, take it back to Rae shit
Straight off the muthafucking concrete,
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
to
Only rapper of the year whose album ain't need a Maglera verse
Unless you the homie the rest of you got spun by him
Every verse for me is like America's
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