Lyrics:
missin', he said he gang, that's no convincin'
Know that I'm gon' go the distance
Thought I was done but I'm still spittin'
My bank keep goin' up by
that got canned
But I'm stickin' it out on this al-bam (Bam?)
I mean album
Was on powder, not talcum
Ask Malcolm in the Middle
Everybody ever give you
on the cover of the XXL magazine, lil nigga
This ain't no make believe, we just make believers
The only thing you and your enemies agree with
The album could
been used
And it looked like I dipped it in cranberry juice
It looked like I covered my face in tomato ketchup
By the time that I was through
soulmate
It's still trippin' her out, she's like "No way"
No more sad lonely nights of straight horror
Tomorrow she's meeting the lover God made for her
Social Season
I'm about to level up
Level up
I'm about to level up
Level up
Call me the one with the vibes
Swerving on I-95
Got my girl by
the Juno
Americans look at us like we're Borat or Bruno
I don't bathe got cooties still get my kudos
Warlock from Pluto, black belt in Judo
I do a bunch
This song is definitely one of the 'filler' tracks on the album. Never played in concert (that I can remember) and hardly ever mentioned by anyone.
Mountain Landis
Kenesaw said drop that glove
Or I swear by God above
I'll make you regret playing baseball
And Shoeless Joe looked up and saw
motherfuckers must ain't peeped them
Last two albums, for real, dick riders
[Hook - 2x]
All you hoes, talking down
Guard your grill, keep moving around
asleep
You know you're ghetto when you think you represent
But them niggas on your block ain't spendin' a red cent
And tryin' to buy your album (nigga
see 'cause this game takes time
But see you still havin million dollar dreams and it seems your plots
And schemes to earn that knot ain't workin
But
car, bus
Circles still reign victorious
So when people try to bring me 'round all drama
I dip and handle just a bit of the scandal
Then I bounce
the streets, new album, dope beats
Y'all still keep hatin, hatin, hatin
I love when you hate
When you hate you hate on me for
Being rap's juggernaut run
T mardi
Gras mask like in Face off
This Re-Up Gang movement it's the
Album of the year
Yeah they still push powder
Got talcum everywhere
My crooks, my
Yeah, I feel I've been doing
This for a lifetime
But y'all still don't know my name
But you gon' learn today
It all started back in 1994 boy
A young
muh'fuckin a (okay)
They can't keep him away, he's too resourceful
Gettin that guap with the glock by my torso
The young terror from the crack era
I turn
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