Lyrics:
I take ya date
Make-up her face
Not by chance
This here is fate
OD'n I'm a pill too late
You drink liquor take this .40 to the face
Hit the gas
i see so many niggas die
My face look like the Behelit
I been to Hell and back, my nigga
I'm surprised that I made it
Shit's amazin'
I been haunted by
made by the CL Smooth
Live 495 I arrive in person
Hard dialogue without a whole bunch of cursing
It's my perrogitive, so back up and live, fool
Nicki Minaj
I got a fresh line up and a nigga tied up
(Ayy) 'Bout to have this nigga face on smash
'Cause I gotta little bad bitch
On stash in
Ren, Ice Cube, Eazy E
DJ Yella, Fresh K, MC Smooth, my homie T-Low
And of course without a doubt, the one and only
My DJ Dr. D-are-E most definitely in
like this
I'm Bad to the Bone
My flow go hard like a Platinum
I'm bad to the bone
When i roll down the street it be me emcee fresh
When i buzz like
Surrounded by calamity
Smothered in hurt
Smothered in hurt
To alleviate the pain you puff trees on the daily
You think fresh trees I'll help you from going
Now let me see that ass
Shake it for a nigga
Make me wanna throw da cash
Real thick slim thick gone twerk sum
And by the end of the night i'm tryna
My passenger seat empty
You can see because my windows down
You can't ride with me because my bench
Seat for them big dogs now
Rollin' fresh fresh
on your fresh face
Balenciagas with no shoelace
From the mud to a diamond ring
They say money can't buy these type of things
You and me, you and me,
khaki suit"
Well, one day, up the Avenue
There was a man, surrounded by the Dogg Pound crew
He said ah, "Hear ye! Hear ye! Come one, come all!
INTRO
I got on new pants, new shoes, new socks, new shirt, new hat, new draws, new bra/ And I'm way too fresh to wanna bust a sweat but I gotta gotta
himself
Stitched by Dapper Dan, oh man with the gun in hand
I leave your blood squirting
No offense, I'll put your face on the chest of a sweatshirt
down
I'll turn the whole New York into Bucktown
A 'Face ain't real Scar'red, cause I real hard
And I ain't no bullshit bodyguard
Walk the streets
a heavy rotation
I turn it up, ain't this a bitch, Hot 96
97-9, I'm a shine count down on time
I'm in your city and state, and in your hood
In your face
I don't play around, nor do I f around
And you can tell by the
Bodies that are left around
When some clown jumps up to get beat down
Broken down
(Thes One)
So straight I'll pick you up at seven, dig inside the crate
And find a fresh plate to rotate to make the be -boys get aches
And me and you,
Put a band on your head just like a bounty
I'm so fresh so clean like Downy
Rock the purple Jordans with the Purple jeans
We can go G-Star or Amiri
But
yes yes y'all, it gets fresh y'all
Ah yes yes y'all, it gets fresh y'all
It gets fresh get fly, we get on down
Lords of Funk baby doll we're the talk
the bargon
Flash: Dj spin the disc n drop it let me get ma shine on
Chorus
I'mma wipe the slate clean
Wipe Wipe the slate clean
I'mma wipe the slate
The money that's comin to feel like I won the Lotto
Now I'm about to put the slay on auto
Swoop down on the DJ's, Tell 'em all to quit the replays
Make 'em
And I'ma keep hittin why'all like an abusive pops
(chorus)
(Dj Clue)
DJ Clue, Fabolous
Fresh out York Star
Concords
Bronx entertainment
D-O-S
could make a young lady scream
By makin' musical sounds with my mounth(listen)
So I tried it at a party
And people didn't know it was me
And when
While you're down there, hum on my left one
Make my right one jealous, fresh wes is the best one
But don't be greedy share the rest with the class
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