Lyrics:
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
job to make sure ya flows come to a stop
Cut your fanbase down make sure ya album's are a flop
Send you straight to the bottom take you from the top
Top
think
If I keep goin' at this rate
I'll be a great next week
Album done in my sleep
I got it done in a week
Been possessed by my old self
Fuckin' with
girl, the dog is pokin'
Addicted to it, JD say I got it bad
Eighteen, nigga, makin' more than ya dad, see
They think they doin' it, but I'ma out do 'em
look good
Those a hundred proof nigga tell you different, he a liar
Drop 1 album, set the world on fire
I will not stop and I wont retire
You niggas
half a Vicodin, why can't I?
All systems ready for take off, please stand by
Sometimes I feel so alone, I just don't know
Feels like I been down
made of keys, ounces and pounds (okay)
The keys, ounces and pounds is made from hustlas (yeah)
See how shit come back 'round for ya? (Yeah)
Gotta cop
Everyone put ya laughs together
While I chain him with this cubic zirconia masterpiece
To start his career off the right way
In debt
Aye how come he ain't
through by surprise, years later
Still copped some rounds for The guys...
In ya eyes, that waitress is the real prize
But we got unresolved issues You
bring ya right to the top
Sir Vicious, Just-Ice, the gangster of hip-hop
Got a witness by my side, the truth to tell
You can ask B.I. Or my brother
(Okay) the Rulership album (Okay)
I want to plug the next Busta Ryhmes solo LP?Anarchy
And I'm pluggin' the Outsidaz (Hey-dey-dey)
Ya know what I mean?
What's up Big Chris?
Goin' to the store to get the papers.
Got ya, a little love on this one here.
Huh! Word on. Word on.
Commercial rap
dope by the ki's, bundles, and pounds
Crown niggas in the way of progress
Mobbstress with intelect above the rest
Of the nanny goes wanna be sex symbols
said shit would be simple, get rich and stay out the trenches, Lincoln Continental
Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental
In these streets you
pushing through like I'm Lupe
People still hate me like I'm Ronnie 2k
All my beats and raps equal Bron and D-Wade
I could do a whole album by my fucking
you want it
Yeah I told you never
But tonight I'll spend some cheddar on it
When I hit ya town just make sure you hit me up
The other night she told me
like Red Head or Mookie
Wrote my album while on my lunch break up in my hooptie
Eighty degree weather under beads of sweat
I wanna quit so bad but I need
slip, I'll whip
Cuz homeboy, ya slippin'
I understand that music calms the savage beast
But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece
of straight stupid, straight ignorant dope funky stuff for ya, baby
So turn up your radio and get down to the Tung Twista
Kick it, gee
Let the Cavalier Tung
nigga will sell you up the river
So to massa, he'll look bigger
And when ya bet under a rock, he'll slither
But I'll grab the tail of the house nigga
Pull
nowhere to go ('cause I be running at ya)
?????
Surrounded by these colors
I see crimson, black and blue
Locking open doors again
I'm still afraid of you
This that 420 Anthem
Rollin' weed up by the handful
If you smokin' at my spot
I need to know if you can handle
'Cause we smoke it by the quarter
This that 420 Anthem
Rollin' weed up by the handful
If you smokin' at my spot
I need to know if you can handle
'Cause we smoke it by the quarter
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