Lyrics:
a photoshoot
Go on and get ya' camera phone on, it's a photoshoot, ha (yeah)
(Listen to this track, bitch)
the pen
There's more life to live, but forgive me
Cause I had to get up on the track again
Cause I'm still underground like groundhog
I been puttin' in
get in another car accident
This time with your baby mother and
Kid and instead of dying
You end up being the only
One of them that lives what?
Yeah
Cos I spit to the beats so ravenous
Stabbing this light switched off savages
Managers get ate on my plate by my eight mates ravagers
They hate bank
ooh
Run to the money no track meet (Track meet)
Nun of these people attract me (Nah)
We blowing up and thats facts b
We got this hook in they head cause
(Go, go, go, go, go)
Just tell 'em to ease up (Ease up)
See, I don’t know what they take me for
And I don’t know what they hate me for
I gets cake fo'
Bitch you wrong, if think you really gone (really gone)
They ain't keepin' up with Nox, bitch I run the track (run the track)
Bout to leave 'em in
track (Running track)
Count up stacks; Count up racks (Rack)
So much money break her back
By the Chakuzi tryna relax
Bout outta house don't need tax (Aye)
up, I just slam shut
I just can't do it
My whole manhood's just been stripped
I have just been vict'ed
So I must then get off the bus then split
or teased
Rejoice and love yourself today, La France
Hands up!
No matter gay, straight or
Bi, lesbian, transgendered life
I’m on the right track baby
I was
music but I make it for you
This track won't rack up the views
This track won't make the news
This track won't go viral
This track won't cause a drama
down like that
Stunt up on me
You get the 3rd degree
Straight burned by a wolf like me
Turn me into a tyrant
Go on and test me
Blazin' fast when unruly
Lift your legs boy, lift them please
Before you cross them tracks
You gon' end up just like me
Don't be headstrong, don't ever be mean
Before you
Flexin on dese niggaz like a bicep
By any means we gon eat
(Chorus "Lolo DaBoss")
Who you know kill a track like me
Dish it out get it back
Make it
you on down
It's time we make like we was making tracks for higher ground
I'm always taking chances and got me by on luck
One a few and lost a few,
I do shit I get by
Fuck with it
I do my shit I get by
Fuck with it
I do shit I get by
Fuck with it
Nah let get it one more time
Look look look ay
I
Soloist with the iller dope accent
A livin' legend, baby throw me on the track and
I'm guaranteed, Bahamadia get it crackin'
Get up, get up, get up, get
now I'm on the track I'm on the trail
There's a magic and a mystery to this land that gets you quickly
Then eludes you as it slips right through your
fucking bitchez
I wear my cap, make some dough by killing fucking snitchez
They be getting stitchez, so they be ditched, yeah
Get the fuck up and suck my
A night, so short, to handle this project
Useless wake up, that's a part of the way
When gigs become a storm, we're drained by the day
At least, we're full
and get a guillotine so I can kill you off bitch
What a fag, who is this
Bugs Nasty, who is dissing
Me on my own track, I'm rapping
Get out the game
a coal mine for his dinner nap
Had thirty minutes to rest before the bell
The mine boss hollered, "Get up, whoever you are, and get a pick axe
Give me
pick up the hammer!"
He said to get a rusted spike and swing it down three times
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go
to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol, for the
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
The all around the world Digital Underground Pac
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