Lyrics:
ain't fucking
One time for my homies I'm trusting
Without them swear shit don't function
One time my crew was buzzing
And we was judged by 12 or something
to play with you
You know the steez, you know my whole program
Brothers from the No-Lands
All we want is the Gs, guns and grams
Livin' fat like
the
Witness Protection pro-gram
Cliques to guerillas with killas
Let 'em ride out park the tank
Open the latch and then I climb out
To the atmosphere so I could
get outta line with me
Or it's a drive-by
My nigga Blow gon' sponsor the ride wit' me
Y'all saw the movie Venom, right?
Well despite a man (Spider Man
Chapter 12 Joseph
In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful
Alif-Lam-Ra These are the verses of the clear book, the
Qur'an, that
when you surfin' the water
I'm that dude slangin' pack by the border
I love my life, I live it twice, cause it's up to me sorta
You a fool with
Now go re-write your single
My last name should be Kringle for the gift
On the drummachine I program
Songs like Steve Smith
Don't Rif, Kin, you're not
I said, Mirror Man
I ain't no Mirror, Man
Faking and I'm tripping man
Sick of all the mirrors, man
I said, Mirror Man
I ain't no Mirror, Man
Faking
nigga to be broke, while makin another motherfucker rich
Wise up nigga, get with the program
Cause in this dirty game, you gots to wash your own hands
sayin run from 12
but I got money stacked for bail
They tried to swoop me on McMillan
but I left them boys at shell
Ain’t no beefin with my guys
Yea
hear is retreat
And I'll bet all the cash on me that we getaway clean
I'm too raw all I eat with my sushi is soy
I'm moving step by step like a wind up
okay with me
I'll do my steps all by myself
I don't need nobody to play with me
But if you just give me a chance
I can put you in a trance the way I
pocket
Ain't tryna be the plug I'd rather be the whole socket
Won't need another man for bands when I make deposits
So I plan to get 6 with my hands like
a way, make you sway with the romance
All begins with the first step from the start
Show me the way, lead the path to your lovely heart
Slowly turn time,
Fight to win giving up just ain't us
Move with me and see what I see (Nah)
Ain't no changing me I be who I be
Ya boy Conceptz breaking down mic stands
pleasure
With our microphones, cause that's what we treasure
Now the man you see, who has hands of magic
His name is Mr. Mixx, so come on a scratch it
A dope rhyme and you won't find a
Nother MC who can get with this program
Served by no one, I mean no man
You say I'm good, it's the truth, you're not
She kiss me when she see me, she step into my room
Man'a tell her when she step in , you spending the night home
We the baddest in the city she messing
Charge less for, that ain't the program
Get ya lessons from the snow man
Like Pillsbury I get the doe man
I'll off ya head for a slice of bread
I keep
man nigga, baby who?
I'll send you shots from the baby zoo
Old game like Grady fool
Propane flow flame you dudes
No name's don't claim ya shoes
rich with no cash on the bigger label
Your tri-state ways are shut down by barricades
In fact I packed my bags, and listened to E-40
Mac Mall,
it's nothing to me
Ayy, better get with the program
Just made another slap and I ain't fucking with slow jam
But I'm not a rapper just a regular dope man
There was a fellow I knew and he thought his name was gold
And his face would be known by the young and the old
He thought he was alright and no one
This is a public service announcement
Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records
"Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost
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