Lyrics:
Uh, cause you was losing your breath now
Uh, cause you be doing it to death now
She be doing E to F now
What's left now?
Mr. West now
Can you get
yo' baby.
Captain Kirk, can you save me?
Captain Kirk, I want to have yo' baby.
Captain Kirk, can you save me?
Mr. Captain Kirk, I want
and outa nowhere, G.E. Smith comes over to save me.
You remember G.E. Smith?
He played for the Saturday Night Live Band and used to tour with Hall and Oates
that just depends
My life a movie, either you cut or I fit you in
Disrespect from communities I be living in
How many driven by faith still playing
about mr. big
Rock it!
"to be someone in this world you gotta have a big,
big penis. not much else matters,
just as long as you got a wapping great
Redman]
Yo, yo
F*** knocking, kick the door, evict the four
Yell out: "It's a stickup, hit the floor!"
You fish cake n****s, stay Lipton off
Did your
why I'm around, will you still stick with me?
Never wana stand by me Just wana still from me
My refusal gets your sharp thing under my skin like in
On Grindr
But i Wanna Do Right By You
Never Wanna Say Bye Bye You
You Rocking & Im Rollin
Right Or You Wrong
Shorty Ima Stand Right By You
Just In
I was did wrong,
Til my atoms crack and my memories in a neuron
I told you life is a Gamble I'm moving right thru the scandal
Life in shambles
indie records show up in a W-E-A box?
By saying your independent, you belittle the whole movement
Real emcee's work hard, ain't got investors to put out
what you are
Top floor of the penthouse, trynna put you closer with the stars
Go to war, with any nigga when my bae involved
Mr. Problem solved, Mr. Make
bitch-ass
Fuck nigga (see)
Ooh, ha
Takeoff, nigga
Fuck wrong with these niggas? Man
You know I'm talking 'bout
Real diamonds
Nigga, I'm riding 'round
of convicted felon
So dear mr. officer of the motherfuckin' law
Rodney kind don't need a trial what was seen was what was saw
You could take the niggas up out
you can bet i'll blow trial
Be +downtown swingin+, m.o.p. style
Next up!
[red] yo yo it's funk d.o.c.
[e-dub] yo, you're on the mic to rock
Uh, cause you was losing your breath now
Uh, cause you be doing it to death now
She be doing E to F now
What's left now?
Mr. West now
Can you get
low
They say drama you ain't right, they say that I'm dead wrong
But if I'm niggas cross me I'm cracking they fucking dome
Go off like a time bomb
But
couldn't be found so I was neglected low
They say drama you ain't right, they say that I'm dead wrong
But if I'm niggas cross me I'm cracking they fucking
bitch smacking killa
From The Lou you make the wrong step you get filled up
Niggas got they screw loose you out you get drilled up (Yuh)
Grinding with
a Christian household
Poor excuse, back then, Mr. Shallow
So if you're listening, I'm sorry, now you know
Cuz you ain't ever did me wrong, ain't deserve that
nobody's American
Where people want to be different but still seeking comparison
A place where if you different they laugh, like it's embarrassing
So people
out,
Then I bag that,
Since when did Twitter turn into a sad app,
All of y'all bitchin and moanin I'm passed that,
I'm up in the morning a rap fact,
You
Of Ol' Whim Wham cigarettes cartons?
20 cents a smoke, 20 dollars a carton
Don't ask me how I did the math
Just buy it you schmuck!
Mr joey, what did he
not come in on Monday nights
You're in for a real treat, ladies and gentlemen
Give it to Mr. Hall
Rip out my soul from the depths of my flesh
out it's a stick-up, hit the floor
You fish cake niggas, stay lipping off
Did your Mama name you, or Mrs. Paul's
Battling session, what's up with it
I
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