Lyrics:
Sosa tell 'em, Master P, huh
This shit don't make no sense (nah)
It's like a movie, I'm the director
My lil' niggas ready, uh huh
They say what
[Technique]
By dawn's early light
I shine brighter than the stars in the night
And 'bout ready for a fight
Come noon, I've consumed enough
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's
Ayo, turn those lights down while I'm recording!
Matter 'fact y'all niggas get the fuck out the room, G!
Straight up! Sipping on that bullshit
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
(black)
Came to see me in my black skin (black)
Number one question they asking
Fuck every question you asking (black)
If I don't get ran out by
As I get a little older, I realize life is perspective
And my perspective may differ from yours
I wanna say thank you to everyone that's been down
they thinking how we get this far?
We was just down by three and they thought we took a loss
They couldn't deem me like Earl Boykins, I'm sticking soft
who liked her ,who really liked her,
Jaime Lee got married on 5th avenue and I was married in Las Vegas, by an Elvis impersonater.
I married a German
[Verse One]
This is fo my lowridas hit'n them switches
Getting booty calls from them big booty bitchs
You Spit that real shit you best stand by
I'm ready for Ya
Let's get cracking
That was bragging', man, what Happened to yall
Who use to be rackin know you Faking
It's amazing' all the places i
ready said yea we bout that action
Pistol packin we catch em lackin we get brackin'
Yeezys and Cartier's is my only fashion
My cousin he a paper bag
they still clockin
Ready rockin hit the avenue and get it poppin
Plus anywhere i go i got that wack a flocka
Plocka placka now that’s what i
Call a show
Always been reactive get ready for the meltdown
I ain't talking phones when I'm thinking about my cell now
I been so alone like nobody like me
I been doing
ready to give some praise because God has made you an overcomer"
(Come On Everybody sing)
We overcame by the blood of the Lamb
And the word of our
Like I'm in a spaceship, gotta blast off takin' time in my own space, get my mind off
Those things gotta watch the disguise like a foul call
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
of all flesh
I am not ready
And cannot accept
That it is spread like a cancer
Goodnight, goodnight
Don't look, sweet old friend
Don't look,
that
Came straight like a gentleman raised by my mum
What you think everybody should get played cause you fine
???
naa I just wanted to rap
if a brotha
til thumbs get blisters
That's a joke hope further than the solar system
Spics by the lift they probably take a tip of
The bill it's a skills
till we get there
Until we get there
And see we made it alone
How did we get here
And does anyone know the way to make it back home
Ready, get set,
we lit just like a flashlight
Come out by the moonlight
Let's get right right right right right
Let's stare at the sky, get higher than kite kite
Word 'em up (Let me do them)
Strike another match and let it flame
Get your dumb on!
Everybody get ready now
Everytime I do what I do
Bust' ryhmes
Make
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