Lyrics:
If you want a t-shirt bruv just ask
If I see any more boy better garms
Ill put on my V for Vendetta mask
And come to your shop and
Start wrapping up
on this album if my man's and them rise
[Method Man]
Now speed it up, uh
[Chorus 2X: Run]
Run really make ya wanna drop, drop
Now wanna make ya go live,
Yo, on the M-I-C right about now, I go by the name of Big Daddy Kane
I got my Man Scoob Lover on the side of me
Dj Mister Cee on the wheels
the whole beast coast
Coming for your skull
The karma gone catch up
The album sales won't
Just one up my collar gon' show
Hollaback when you get sixty
Stacks
Gouda, sick wid it records
BME, Warner Brothers, the machinery
Ooh, look out pimp
Heavy on the grindin' entertainment
Stovetop productions
Ooh,
blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking
Mann from Scary Movie you banned from being mooly
I keep it black gutter, white gutter, Chinese gutter by these brothers
Here try these fuckers here
All
love me
This new drip we walking around in double V's
You can't catch me slipping cause my shoes will never crease
Up my Glock and call it Crisco cause
stu
I locked myself inside this booth
Cut communication with a few
And by the time you hear this shit
I'm workin' album number 2
Like Babyface I get
started pacing in anger by what they did to my brother
Why can't we live in a world where we all love one another
Why them crackers always thinking that
is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from
Ay listen look
No Chinese cheddar
See your top it gets redder
Free my bros on the let up
We don't play with the letters
We just play with
That's my brother, yea that's my brother
That's my brother, yea that's my brother
V.I.P. and bad bitches with my brother
R.I.P. my nigga, Shid thats my
And we get old school verses for our offerings
Wait
Little sis got kid by her mama bigger brother
That's her uncle
Pay the bills so they keep it on a hush
of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
Who got
turn it up, that's really how you work the V
Your stash ain't never dry if you getting your work from me
We do this shit perfectly, we're enough
else)
Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
(Self, self, self, self)
'Til about two AM And I call back and I
and dot my Is
Contemplating on ways of breaking out this nine to five
Staring in the mirror and I question, "Who am I?"
Five years I been living, and I
don't mind
All I need is my family n I'll shine
That way I can sleep at night big ups to the ones that stayed by my side
A picture paints a thousand words
bars, I need a cesspit,
Check please, I am too rare like a Chinese funeral,
I know the type of a nigga you are by the type of movies you like,
So, is it
[Master P talking]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up
It's a dream
Visine roll five grams of da Irisine, drivin' late night usin' high beams
Where's Wishbonee wish you'd find me
Cute skin tone wanna bone
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
snitch niggas
Guess he jealous 'cause I had his favorite bitch with us
Big bucks, steppin' outta big trucks
Steppin' on my feet, it'll get you fucked up
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