Lyrics:
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
in my Chevy 'Vette
Nah, you ain't ready yet, wetter than yo' girl get
Dolce 'Bana, Dolce shades, don't you wanna see the boy
See the boy, see
believe it my nigga
We turning them Ls into
Six seven eight figures in a bag and a
Safe full of big stacks oh shit nigga
Had a lotta bad times now we good
The feeling of falling
Feeling this often
Over flowing them poems while everyones snoring
You know what time it is, Mad Scientist
Lab coat trying to give life
Uh, mh, k'yeah
R.I.P. to B.I.G
Classic shit
I'm looking for a nigga to give some babies
A hand full of Weezy's, sprinkle of Dave East
Man, I
Brothers brothers brothers
I got shot
By the cops
One time pull up on yo block
Run yo pocks
Pick yo locks
Crack you wings saying fuck yo flock
Niggas send
caught the signs of time will try to blind, all your ghetto dreams
Got plagues like AIDS, city full of dope fiends
Like K say, is there a better place for
about to bust your bubble like a tree lord
Too much marijuana got me p-noid
I'm killing instrumentals with that All So Simple Can It Be, boy
Shout to Lil
Sound: music from Caruso’s First Sound Gramophone recording; April 1902 plays
(link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3TjEoAXzJ9E) instrumental up until -
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
You niggaz just don't get it do you?
Young Roscoe the sodo
YA, Dogg Poung, Kurupt Young Gotti
Yeah, started November 23, 1972 and 83
[Hook]
Put me
rhymes
I been doin this for quite some time
Still underground still unsigned
In the man cave where I search and find
Hidden treasure and I'm getting better
[gotti]
Yeah,no doubt,ugh
One time for the motherfuckin...
[Jazze Pha]
Yaw
This, is Mannie Frishizzle, producshizzle, ha
My nizzle, [whistles] I
I mean it’s simple can’t fuck wit us
I got money on yo head
I don’t do my dirty work i cut off my hands
I don’t even touch the work
I pray these
Light is shinin' beauty sunshine
Here comes one-time the ball was so fine
Heat is blazin' the kids were playin'
His partner was shady tryin'
[wyclef talking:]
Yo to my people doing time, xzibit, juvenile, y'all need to
Nature, ja rule, reptile come on
Bring the heat.
[xzibit]
Look,
Every time we get a drop them niggas mad they ain’t gone spin nun
Niggas go to the jeweler just to look they ain’t gone spend nun
I’m almost off
It's been a long time since you've heard from us
Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger and young Gotti Kurupt
And now we back wit a little rhyme
We can't stop
ass, we ran right through it
You out acting like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
day
I opened, I read it, and this is what it say
It's time for you to get yo' stack right
The bitch don't act right, whatever put that bitch on the next
discriminate
Lately I been in a state
Enlightened by the ways I can innovate
Not assimilate
Me and John July
Just incinerate and obliterate
Any instrumental that
his ass, we ran right through it
You out actin like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
the projects
Please don't make me catch a body
Please don't make me catch a body
All white, Yo Gotti
I heard some niggas was tryna rob me
Please don't make me
will I ride without a full clip
Never again will I waste time on a dumb bitch
Never again will I consider myself as average
I'm just tryna ball out cause
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