Lyrics:
Woo, woo
Let me say sum
Wake up early morning, I'ma get a check
I'ma get a bag
I'ma get a check (Woo)
I'ma get a check
Wake up early morning, yeah,
[ VERSE 1 ]
I'm rhymin and designin, also creatin
The dope def rhyme that is always being taken
By a sucker MC that wants to be like me
No trait
down, hands down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with
"hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh")
It's that Jersey representer
Get hit from the bottom to your head when you enter
Word
Just do what ya feel and never follow (repeat
from the planet of the apes King Kong clips
Silence lambs, bitch
Run through your land trippin'
Can't pretend when this is real as it gets can ya?
If
Bigga 'bout, you know what Bigga do
Ice water in my veins, heart pumpin' igloo
I'm familiar wit the money so who the fuck is you?
What the fuck you do?
Aw, man, yeah
You ever be in the club, man
You get in a fight
People that you don't even know jump in?
You feel like you wanna hit somethin',
knowledge
Got raided
Did some time, shit
Thats just how it be.
Ever since I was turning 14 I was on 1.
Get ya money Even if you break the law son.
You Invest
entrepreneur
is more than a rag-a-ma-jaga a Scorpio buy my cure
South Side (repeat 4X)
Your man wants to get rid of ya
Cause now you're the number one
South Side, South Side
South Side, South Side
Your man wants to get rid of ya 'cause now you're the number
One neighborhood pharmaceutical
a grimy lil nigga, set ya mans up for some chicken
They depending on the name, I get a mill, I gotta split it
Did me dirty, now I'm winning
Really hurt me I
niggas Judas, I'm the son of Moses
Illuminated, resurrected as Selassie
Bob Marley through the trumpets on the day I die
Rolls Royces on dirt roads, we
niggas Judas, I'm the son of Moses
Illuminated, resurrected as Selassie
Bob Marley through the trumpets on the day I die
Rolls Royces on dirt roads, we
Tha Chill ]
Punk muthafucka, Tha Chill will destroy ya
With the dope hub style for ya
Bein that you're just another fan on the tip
Get dropped by Eiht,
not hype I'm hyper
I scratch records, Maharishi is a sniper
Woo, too swift for the criminals
Banks never gonna measure my decibels
Get it up, this
[A-Plus]
We meditate, we meditate to educate
Educate we meditate to elevate
[A-Plus]
Now it's the rhyme ripper fittin' to split ya
Spine to your
your esophagus sector from testicular senders
Fillin' by da million in ya little swimma sewer
Spin my meat inside your heat like a rotisserie skewer
smitten by the smith and Weston's
I'm tryna spit so I dont end up in another death wish
Me and myself tryna get it, ya jerk
I'm the black Benji from
weather
One treasure one pleasure
Choppin up chedder
Ya whole crew get done by one fella
[Chorus: SPM]
[Repeat 1x]
places, going overtime dunkin'
The ball in people's faces like Lebron jumpin'
Over expectations, blood pumpin' and rushin'
To the head till I get ahead
wear a cat suit
Now give me what I want want
I say where them trishes at I took 'em by the mall mall
You make me feel like a man, cause you can't get
just alleviate your clothes
Time to fly up out it catch you at a club
You get me fiendin body talkin' shit to me
But I can't comprehend the meanin'
Time
do this all night, right now
But first let me get a lil' drank in me
Snapple with a lil' Henny, under the
Hood got a big Hemmey, vibes loud
Oh yeah,
Call them foes
Stealing flows
That they got from us
What
We coming through your city with lots of lust
Get the dough get ya hoes then we knock them
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