Lyrics:
meet me under the mistletoe
If you ever leave the North, just don't forget your pole
I'm not Saint Nick, but giving out gifts
Ho, ho, ho
Aye Chante,
on stage
All the speakers get blown out when this played
I drop 2 albums in one year and got no praise
I saw the same thing happen to YE
I made a hit
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
know Jay would never put your album out without none
And dog, you know how come
Labels are archaic, formulaic with their outcomes
They don't know,
don't shoot anymore
My deal got signed so the spirits all up
We shot the album front cover up by the shops
We just wanna rep the manor right, give it
that they're by your side
I hope you know you are we
I just thank you so much, um, for listening to this album
And just thank you for giving your
got her taxes back, I can trap out the Grand Am
Cooking dope to Gregory and Luther, that was a nigga jam (there's nothing better than love)
Bitch,
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
own
Whether we did diamond or hardly sold
We did it for our soul
Hop out the V and park by Neiman Marcus
Hope I don't see a snatch and grab
They
I've been paying attention to what's going on out there man I've been watching you niggas stealing my
Ways and shit and it's getting out of control
all my street niggas make it out
Your name on the bullet, it's written sloppy can you make it out
Luck is a lady, I hope you making out
She told me
back, I swear I should be dead by now (Ahha)
Looking back, I could've took my own breath out (Mhh)
But I'm alive till infinity (Yea, I'm alive)
I won't
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
out you know how this go
Started with a dollar and a dream!
(Look at me now, look at me now)
Started with a dollar and a dream!
My first album was
Rock ya like Chubb, and burn scrubs like a dumb-dumb
Remember Redman, last album I was Hardcore
Now I'm back to tear the frame out your assCRACK
Watch this Bun
I'mma say this to you niggas out there who
Think this shit is cool
cause it ain't cool
Cause a lot of niggas doing a lot
Of fugazi
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
don't dry tears, I just aim at them on purpose like bla'!
Mini-14 like bla'!
Empty out another magazine like bla'!
Let a young nigga get by!
I kill
supreme
Soon as I hear the beat, bada-bing
You gotta think: a hundred bars...damn, that's a lotta ink
Eventually all of my albums'll be out of print
serve them dope boys
I see so many crack babies and laid bitches
Out by the bus stop hounded for a nigga's riches
I just fuck em' then duck em' and then
z
I guess by now you can tell you miss me
The baddest motherfucker in rap history
One to the temple put you out your misery
That's not an album
You understand?
"When I get to heaven, I'll see my grandmother there
She'll say 'Great God almighty, here come my child! He must've got here by
to her
All I did was turn up more women
She know I'm Jordan and Scottie Pippen (yeah)
Every album got no skippin' (ha)
Shorty bad, ain't have no
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