Lyrics:
what none of y'all say
So fuck y'all bitches, black flowers up on your casket
You get what you deserve, burn in hell, hating bastard
Just close your
stuck on broke, but I used to hear pimps say
Better get what you can get before you get got
Come up and snatch yours and buy yourself a nice spot
Dear God's daughter
I pray we don't get caught up
With the world's version of love
I pray we search for the real reason and let God help us
Work
light 'cause yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the lord Rakim
What's the matter G, check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle me
You
bottle? A hundred million motherfuckers with they hands out vs. a walking zipper bomb trying to keep the man down.
Get up. Get down. Sit up. Sit down.
y'all ain't prepared
For the business what's this?
Louieville:
Dismiss these niggas with the quickness
Starange:
Get your shortie wop cause I heard she
more light cause yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the Lord Rakim
What's the matter G, check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle
the stealth
Generational that wealth
I be gunning for by waking up
This version of myself
Wake up
Boy you late, get the gang
Go and play
Wake up
Don't wait
to get this off my chest
You a bitch if I'm rappin'
And you say you not impressed
Your input does not add money to my check
Who the fuck about to do this
version of Michael
My recital is as bright as the light show at the Eiffel
A werewolf up in Paris, I'm living off your vitals
I mean I'll be you're con man,
right now
Hate it that none of them do it like I
Never get enough never get enough
Never too much (V I C T O R Y)
Hands up for my victory lap
Hands up for
fucked on by the clergy
"The Marshall Mathers LP" blaring in my headphones
Walkin' down Gunnison Avenue while I head home
Rockin' on the couch? Yeah,
don't know me
No I ain't the one to take your shit
Guess you're too cool now to get a grip
Remember without me
There'd be no you
So fuck your attitude
then
So until I throw up (Pour some more cups)
Spit that soaky toast, funky donkey
Hocus pocus, keep your focus
Please don't doze off, this is real
Just ran away cause' I ain't tryna catch a case, I ain't a villian
Posted up with all my niggas we send shots right at your building
Twelve tryna
time to turn the heat up
And catch these papes like cooked up
What?
[12 O'Clock]
Niggas waitin' for hook up, get shook up
Never get your weight off
offed by THE COPS
Told y'all, Nas will prevail by the book when it's up for sale
About the rest
[Chorus: Amerie singing]
For the rest of my life
For
hear bout your problems
She thinks she the one but she a Thotiana
Take her to the crib and Imma get behind her
Shoutout AC, LP, EB
In the Waseren League
non-GMO juices just may do it
I heard it can get smelly, so will leave that sense in the enemy
Reverse the script, feed all the hot busty blondes
non-GMO juices just may do it
I heard it can get smelly, so will leave that sense in the enemy
Reverse the script, feed all the hot busty blondes
of hip-hop
If I see ya disagreeing, you'll be getting your shit dropped
It's extended version, the side you can't fuck with
You'll get the jimmy MC, you're
far up your ass
Putting your whole shit up on blast
I called your bitch a man and laugh
Hot like 'Winsky on Bills shaft
Don't get smart, kill the sass
back, be smokin'
Ain't cut my wings (Cut my wings)
But please don't get outta hand
You'll be the new version
Of running man, yeah, yeah
Hope you
(Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up)
A spark by midnight
(Get up, get up, get up)
Shootin' 'round, movin' white
Ooh, baby, the block's hot just
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