Lyrics:
Ah, wenta-five wunna bid me biddle, want to five want to five want to five, wudja
Biddle on a twenty-five.
Gotta twenty-five dollar bidja-biddle
forgot how to rap
Call DJ Bobcat and ask him where them old records at
Like Channel Five karate, my kick is gonna reach ya
A new episode where
the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my
chest up, felt forsaken by the Father
Wounded rebel (oooh) in Jerusalem
Gettin picked on, and whipped by the goons of the Devil
Black man, 5 foot 9, see
your chest seven days a week
And add a foot for good measure you'll be seven feet deep
It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4
3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door
to the safe)
Son runs our state
Carrying coke by the weight (weight)
Make 'em put pounds in the weed gate (weed gate)
And it's ran by Ol' Dirty (dirty)
12
als ob ich im Kino wär
Es fiel mir nie so schwer
Ich musste die Lyrics auf den Punkt bring'n
Denn ich wollte werden wie
Biggie Smallz aus Brooklyn
Und
SONG LYRIC WRITTEN cND PERFORMED BY: VcRIOUS LOCcL UP cND COMING cRTISTS FROM STcTEN ISLcND NEW YORK. IT EXEMPLIFIES INDIVIDUcL cRTIST'S LIVED
Žádný ad libs do děr v tomto tracku
To je grime, Shadow D
Prej nejsem nic v mym hoodu
Zajímalo by mě kdo seš ty v mym hoodu
Protože já jsem ten, kdo
minute, to test my intellect
It'll only take a moment for my words to intercept
Dissect the lyrics, that your hearing from these projects
What you on son
in every committee, city to city
Until both shoes are city
The regulator innovator dominator creator of data
Plus an imitator assassinator
Lyrics
just pray, yeah
I just pray, yeah
For success, it makes possible
Just writing music that Grammys no longer reward
Lyric of greatness
By meaning what you
V TOP - V M... - Vico C Lyrics - Explosion Lyrics
Hoy vienes a decirme que te sientes bien
que ya no eres fiel a la heroina.
Pero te vez
(Great John on the beat by the way)
I was on tour for four months we was overseas (Greenlight Gang)
Did fifty-five shows in forty-five countries (woah)
forgot how to rap
Call DJ Bobcat and ask him where them old records at
Like Channel Five karate, my kick is gonna reach ya
A new episode where
of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc(ious)
around
It's easy to see through
From the age of Lil Wayne and after 2 Live Crew
I was raised to making lyrics that are crude and true
Don't stop looky
it, map it, we can score
it, I need three guns, and a soldier to stand
by the door wit. No bullshit, I loaded up my
lyrics and two shotties
a Five Star stunner, she a Five Star stunner what you tryna hide
See my limo custom made by Ferrari
I tell em get it made just for me
Like my Lambo how it
Flashing like a Japan tourist, we command pure hits
While you cramming to understand these contraband lyrics
My fam submits to pray, 5 times a day
yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
5 zonm
Pre 5 fanm pou sak fanm
Verse 1
Chorus (2x)
Produced by: RELATIONS
© CUS MUN MUZIK 2022
prepare you have approximately five minutes
Fuck the bullshit Time/Warner will fall
Record labels will fall the Earth will crumble
Begin
l'or, car après tout tu peux pas fourrer dehors
I ride or die for the money
En G.A.V le silence est d'or, la haine de la cellule, les lyrics se sort
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