Lyrics:
friends.
My zodiac sign is a Taurus the bull.
I drink Old English, and I do get full.
If you're wondering why I don't stop my rap,
'Cause other MC's
stereo,
About the pimping game, that you should know.
But if you don't, it's alright.
'Cause I'll be spittin' this game to you all damn night.
When I
Where I'm from, chat shit get banged (what?)
Where I'm from, chat shit, let a 12 gauge rip
Yeah, it's sick how it fits in my hand (hand)
I don't mix
the man on this block
What you talkin' bout, sir
I'm just a man on this block
Ayy who is dude, we don't know em one false move, then we gon' shoot
Bentley
I’ma live it up only got one life
Cup full of dirty gotta mix it with the Sprite
Its okay I’m good
Don’t know if he is
We’ll be okay by the end
gangsta, you can tell by the swag
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?
It's about 3 in the morning
Gotta leave with somethin' hot
sexy grin gets less
Attractive by the minute
The planets in my head now
Rotate around the mind
The substance, the bug shit
All in my circumference
And I
married
Baby got back she be on it doing squats
When I'm In It I be whiping it call me sir mix a lot
Switch lanes when moods change
Excited by games
from the norms
And soon millions of folk
Records were being sold
By the early sixties, Dylan, Baez, Phil Ochs
Were doing intellectualized copies
Steeler logo in the back
We bangin' out, that Taylor Gang
Dub to your face, baby 'til you say my name
Don't get your clique served, so much black
all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt
[Chorus]
Boy you might talk loud act real
But they don't really want this here
Pussy niggas better
get eclipsed
And then I star in the movie (LexNour)
Where the underdog leaves the
Wholе game straight confused
You think you rappin' with a
God, you
to get caught up in my mix
Cause I'm a soldier, blasting at the rollers, bitch
We don't never ever, talk no shit
Unless we mack that shit up, nigga you
don't need no gun
But it's the nineties, and n****s don't bump by the end of the round
The clown bound to dump, young chump
You don't want to get
wanna get caught up in my mix
Cause I'm a soldier, blasting at the rollers
Bitch we don't neva eva, talk no shit
Unless we mack that shit up
Nigga you get
to get caught up in my mix
Cause I'm a soldier, blasting at the rollers, bitch
We don't never ever, talk no shit
Unless we mack that shit up, nigga you
all about the money
I was in the 7th grade, shootin' dice for the money
Tryna hit this other 9-5, writin' rhymes by the nightlight
Tryna get us up out
it don't mix
And you don't even know you're waiting for your rhyme fix
But my mind sticks, my rhyme hits, your mind gets
Amputated, 'cause your
fucks
I hate whoever you like, I think your hero sucks
I send 'em a, old-fashioned "fuck you" like middle fingers
Thrown up by little old ladies with
just a couple of name's who
Paved the way up in this game
Fresh Tracks, Rap Attack, yes Nasty Nes
Sir Mix-A-Lot and DMS
Emerald Street Boys and Kid
eigths or they fifths
i'm a light wait oil and water don't mix
that's only said as of late but in the beginning there was an abyss
in other words something
Sir.. Madam..
Is there any old clothes?
All I have are torn..
Sir... Madam... Give me some old clothes if you have any, please..
All I have are torn..
the swag (swag)
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?
[Chorus]
It's about three in the morning (ay)
Gotta leave with
"Everybody don't always make it
But there's always that guy back in
The hood that was the
Shit and inspired the people that
Did make it" Meek Mill
By the time
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