Lyrics:
Crack the window Let a little of the hot box out
Real nigga never put it out when the cops
Ride by
Real bitches always know perfect time to slide
a track before
Lot of cap lyrics just to get yo raps to flow
Got a crack in yo spirit it's makin' yo chakra low
Couldn't tote them macs even if you robbed
every nigga in the West opps (hoo)
Mr. Morale And The Big Steppers, yeah (hoo)
Yeah, hopefully right now you on your ten billionth play
Kdot, what's
the cracks ,
Switchin’ Lanes In the Sun
Never gone quit cause I only just begun
I’m not doing this for Fun
Going Up like Helium.
How do I do this
When all
the ultimate
Yeah that's perfect
Cause I'm as ultimate as money can get
So get the ghetto blaster, boombox
Whatever you call it
Grab it by the handle and start
ein Hämmern in der Brustregion
Ray-Ban Brille, Kevlar-Weste der Dresscode
Pump in Drogenbosse Schrotgeschosse, let’s go
Cash Flow durch Crack Hoes,
of it all I'll be a King Remembered In Time
I'm old school N-E-S ether flow N-A-S
Shit I spit my soul through the wire wake up Mr. West
I'm raps
nor there dawg
His first video was shot up in NY y'all
Is this nigga the king of Detroit
Or the king of gettin' his ass
Whipped and left by his boys?
(I
Found me another trap
Miik Harriet spittin facts
I couldn't see me double Dn
Selling my people crack
And that's foreally
I loss my double g in 93
Put it by, put it by, put it by, put it by
Put it by number one phenomenon
Come follow me now, mon
'cause Mr. Chip Fu is the Don
I think I'll tikki
on Worldstar, plus I'm Worldstar
You might have seen me once before, in ya girl car
Drumma Boy the name, but I go by D-Boy
Fresh nigga never known to miss
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I emigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean:
Dominican Republic!
(Talking in background)
Yo
Turn up my headphones
Sometimes, I don't even know if I'm coming or going
(We about to take you there)
[Chorus]
ha, Put my thumb all in ha crack
And I'm just sorry that I failed you, But you wanna try again
Choppa ten
This a FN
Make sure that imma win
This ain't
a minute of ya time baby - I don't want much (whoo!)
Lemme talk to these motherfuckers, uhh
Guess who's bizack?
You still smelling crack in my clothes
itching to race and I can't beat it
Yo love ain't perfect
But trust me it's worth it
Don't stop rehearsing
Work it the worse thing to come is learning
Had
to murk on my fire since fireworks
Now you hurt, have you goons in a drive-by verse
Cause I'm STRONG in that area thuggin
I just, LOVE leavin niggaz
Yo, new Ghostface!
To glorious days, check it out y'all
We back, yes yes y'all
Masked avengers, we're here to sharpen your sword
All praises due
Yo, new Ghostface!
To glorious days, check it out y'all
We back, yes yes y'all
Masked avengers, we're here to sharpen your sword
All praises due
that glitters ain't gold
It ain't gold
No matter how much they hold never fold yo soul
Your soul
Trying to stay warm-hearted in a world so cold
Got
Mr. Van Sol Mr. Van Sol
This that backpack flow hit like a backslap doe
Packed in the back where they pass that smoke
But I'ma pass that on cause I'm
you real you gon' love me til they kill me
That's back in the days nigga, back on Kolb Road and shit
Know what I'm saying
Staying by the motherfucking
Sci-fi
I'm about to murder this beat like a drive-by
10-minute rap, leave nothing in the archive
You niggas rap but really only part-time
I'm about
run for cover when shit fly
One hand is on the lye, the other hand on yo' bitch thigh
How many wanna try, Mr. Meth and his clique? Yes
That's kinda
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