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or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
if you're good you're good, if you're bad you're bad
So how hard is it? (Hard as it can get)
I want to know, how hard do you want to it? (Hard
well
I believe that God knows what each of us
Wants and needs it's not necessary for us
To make it to church on Sunday to
Reach Him you can find Him
rappers be thinking in every city, yo
[Kazi]
Yeah, you want to fight don't ya, you want to bite don't ya?
The involvement of a new coast is here
You better get rid of that .9, it ain't gonna help
What good is it gonna do against a man that strangles himself?
I'm waitin' for hell like, hell,
back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
started on the map
Piece by piece brick by brick
And build that motha fucka back
New kids new shoes
New shoes new rules
New rules new news
She made it he
Ya want to holla got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit
'til my whole
Ya want to holla got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit
'til my whole
on a track while I run slow
Two top tens a gold disc aint bad for a kid from the blown bits
Or you might get stabbed in the boat quick
By familiar flows
coming back for you one day
You can see it from afar, we were riding that wave
Blinded by the lights, and it's something I crave
We didn't want
from it’s like fantasy hockey
Sup with the dog, thugs want a war
Bad GM, what you want to trade slugs with him for?
While you cuffin ‘em all, I’m
like you want me to
And every time we fuck, you say you love me too (DJ Drama)
Beatin' your back, mm-hmm, uh, pullin' your tracks out
I put my kids
(JD On Tha Track)
Niggas could say what they want, say what they want
They must not want me to win
This shit not cap, you a ten, I lost a friend
Cause them little niggas done killed you
In the kitchen like grandma
Put these bitches on stand by
When it come to getting this money
Fuck everything no
**** on—what you call it? (Yeah, yeah)
I light a opp blunt and let your **** try it (Ah)
Uh, them off the grid, I'm on a **** diet (What?)
[Chorus]
We
Nigga, I hit em' up
Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (take money)
I don't even know why I'm on this track (take money)
Y'all
Nigga, I hit em' up
Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (take money)
I don't even know why I'm on this track (take money)
Y'all
What you think I'm a fucking worm like you?
I told you, man, I told you, don't fuck with me
I told you, no fucking kids, no, but you wouldn't
Ayo real talk, 6ix
As soon as you played me this joint I already knew
Yo this some fucking, Last Call shit
And it got me hella excited 'cause I
What you wear or what's on your feet
Eat the foot long and when it
Kick you get six more feet
Yo, I twist the pure leaf
I just got in some new shit
Dawg
a good life kid
Tryna spread the news and be a living proof of Love and joy and prove that in this world no matter what it will exist kid
This is
and Cherry
You know what it is
Its the L-E-S
Uh yuh
You know the lower
Lowa Deck
Uh yuh
They call me Brizzy they call me Brizzy Brizzy Brizzy they call me
nigga show his ass out in public
I got the whole block bumpin
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood
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