Lyrics:
first SMACK event
You ain't run into me by
Accident before my crash pussy
Swear To God you ain't see me at a concert
Backstage and ask can you have my
on the graveyard
Napalm, slinging on the tracks 'til the weights gone
Flow so dirty and unique, call it Ason
Don status, my fabric is that of silk and linen
I
nigga built like me
Waves with the durag
That's silk on me
Can't pop out unless my drip on flee
That's on my cousin
That's on my bousin
Bitch not gon'
of the
hunters...
And, of course, as always, the part of Bob the Janitor is played by the
accordion.
Well, that's it for the introductions. And now, the story
cashing all your checks
Then come back to her mommy
Put your hand against my neck
Push my head down slow
Babe, I'll go until you pop
And if you bust it in
two
This is a check test
This is a check
Testing one two
Testing one two test
What's the procedure, or perhaps; imprudent slander when my hands are up
drama, my life story
Faith of a mustard seed, I kept growing
I knew that this life was meant for me
Niggas change up more than wishin' wells
Karma come
I need you by my side, uh
How come I'm the only
One screamin' "Thug Life"? Ayy
Salute me or shoot me
You niggas gangsta in studio
Have them shots
hunnies wearing silk robes
Time to flip the script, bust the whip
Legend with the chip, dark blue with my trunk dipped
To the feds, catch me if you can
I'm
my silk
Let the caged bird sing, gonna wing it
Cut the red tape
Quit monkeying around, and straight up go ape
I always like to hawk up so
I can spit
Doggytyle, yeah
B.I.G.
Uhh, to all the ladies in the house
Where they at?
Uhh, uhh, check it out
C'mon B.I.
Another day in the ghetto
One
Doggytyle, yeah
B.I.G.
Uhh, to all the ladies in the house
Where they at?
Uhh, uhh, check it out
C'mon B.I.
Another day in the ghetto
One
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
to the vocal
I'm not a loco but I'm lookin' just 'til punk go ohh
Now you can't see I'm real great?
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate
All
to the vocal
I'm not a loco but I'm lookin' just 'til punk go ohh
Now you can't see I'm real great?
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate
All
is a fucking gamble Imma keep placing bets
Imma make it to the top that's a million dollar bet
I need a check
Make it to the top, baby that's my goal
and all my toys
But check, check it, yeah, cuz we are the aqua team
Make the homies say, oh yeah, girl, let's go to Spain
Make the homies say, oh yeah,
resorts, enjoying massages
Check out the oracle bred from city housing
Nas, I'll rise the deads by thousands
I remember seeing Shan chilling near his Audi
I switch
To some fly shit, like some silk suits by Paul Smith
And purchase some kicks by Kenneth Cole
Cop a Hilfiger, or Polo goose, for when it's
on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slaying gcrews in icu
Battling, using hockey rules
For Keith Murray, doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin down like
hot pursuit
Jealously.
All through the night a figure of fright, as I hid my head
And the buried their nose in a cut of my cloths, now torn in
a football.
So skip to my loo, or get stomped by my crew.
Brooklyn's in the house, and ain't a damn thing new.
[Chorus]
[Big Daddy Kane]
Here comes
Yea
This is the
How do they
How do they say that
This is the remix
Check it out
Check it out
These days
I know what my worth is
Telling my story
I
let you be my playmate.
Hi-C:
Uhh baby let Silk whine while we 6-9
I slide on this rubber & we'll be just fine
Now if my condom broke & my ass got
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