Lyrics:
Suge Shot Me
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are
foreign lands,
Talkin' bout {Ha!) Queens
I'm talking bout, Brooklyn
I'm talking bout, Uptown
I'm talking bout, downtown
Oh y'all with this too
And guess who's next? Go shoot a text or call your grandpa
It's me who killed your grandma
The reindeer song that's always on? That's my stamp, bruh
Y'all are
all
Who are y'all
Popped another pill, super calm
Right into my palm
Dose another drug, what the fuck
So confusing dog)
I swear I don't wanna remember
Y'all mainstream rappers tried to kill the genre
When I can revive it by not smoking marijuana
I will also be a decent home own'a
I'ma 'finna own
Scotty cock it and bang
High IQ and brain damage
Let me put you on game
Lotta evil in this world
The stars they are apart of it
Occult science
No denying
album back, I did y'all hoes a favor (Notorious)
She did you a favor, c'mon now
We are, we are
No, No, No, Notorious (what's his name?)
He is, he is
words are found
Let it be known that God's penmanship has been signed
With a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the death
And while
a list of maybe 400 people. I called. I texted. I emailed them one by one, and I explained to them, Hi, how are you? I know we haven't talked in a while,
why I'm harder to listen to
Topics are soft you'd swear that rap is on honeymoon
Don't let the no promo fool you
I'm one of the best to
Step in front
keep on keepin' on, I'll keep on doing it
Are you? Then prove it
I'm waking up but I steady think I'm losin' it
You gain my trust but you steady keep
They're like, ''I wonder who this is by''
Don't know why they hate, when I'm great
Am I the best? It's up for debate
I think they underestimate, think all
a clean record
Gave him the lane to go from street coke
To the good life of the champagne it's
Also a play on how he
Makes money off records, his albums
Are
generation
Fortunes were made by capital
But the new generation fortunes are all
Made through code or media
Now, the beauty is when you
Combine all of these
to reintroduce myself
My name is Hov (oh), H to the O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov
on W K are Funk Radio live
(We'll burn ya)
With TR Love
(And Moe Love on the set)
And we talkin' to y'all from Los Angeles
Live on W K are Funk Radio,
Mis-Teeq
Hey Yo
Rishi Rich
Hey Yo
Hey Yo
Hey Yo
Hey Yo
Hey Yo
Hey Yo
Why you gotta tip-toe
Why you hot yo?
Like I don't know
What are
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
My grave while i watch my favorite day why you sit ther and hate but some of you are snakes
Keeping eatting my cake at least its isnt fake like youre
motherfuck Snoop, motherfuck Death Row
Yo, and here comes my left blow
Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the season
To let the real motherfuckin' G's in
motherfuck Snoop, motherfuck Death Row
Yo, and here comes my left blow
Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the season
To let the real motherfuckin' G's in
and furious
Jumping outta nowhere saw it coming
Catch em by surprise
Luis is on the beat
Students spitting heat
We are all elite
Classroom of the elite
Who you
out ya ass!
So find my album in the stores and look for the white steam
Rip it open, play it and yo' momma might scream
It's hard, other albums are
had a higher IQ
And some of you do
Most of you are brighter than me
I'm blinded by the blue light
Alienated by my peers
I'm alone on a planet
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