Lyrics:
Many Times~
I Be Fresh And I Be Fly Baby All The Time~
It Ain’t Nothi’n To Me~x4
Im’a Make It Happen Even If They Don’t Believe~
It Ain’t Nothi’n
to drink four
I'm losing count oh no
That's how it goes
Now that I'm
Back on my shit again
With a new bitch again
Ain't nothin changed my friend
Just
an right
lanes,
different day same shit, I ain't playin bitch,
niggaz still got a rusty four-five wit the same clip, an see,
you can get wit
schemin; tryin; to get over n****z like left an right lanes,
different day same s***, I ain't playin' b****,
n****z still got a rusty four-five wit
my style is always comin off
[chorus 4x]
Escape from the (shaolin zoo, zoo, zoo)
[king just]
Ain't no stoppin me now, i'm gonna blow
In a way i go
bank don't sell no beer, and we don't cash no checks."
Now them truckers never talked about nothin' but haulin'
And the four-letter words was really
sendin'
(Ask them)
Kick back takes seconds
Really ain't nothin' to
Smoke man's bredrin
(No)
If the shotty sneezes, it's spreadin'
(Baow)
The mandem crash
Shorty, got that ass, that's my lil' baby, I buy her a bottle
Don Julio, plus my lil' four, he got all them narcotics
1942 or pour a four, I go to diddy
souls who ran to each other
Then we are two lonely ghosts with nowhere to go
I got twenty-four dollars, there's a hole in your heart
I'll take you out
schemin; tryin; to get over n****z like left an right lanes,
different day same s***, I ain't playin' b****,
n****z still got a rusty four-five wit
an right
lanes,
different day same shit, I ain't playin bitch,
niggaz still got a rusty four-five wit the same clip, an see,
you can get wit
Ghosty
Mmhmm
The Trident keep bootin' my drum in
I'm goin' to trial, it's all or nothin'
Blacked out cars and we leave no trails
Buck into us,
Teacher told me if ain't never go to school then I wouldn't be nothin'
Needa quit skippin' all my classes, go to college if I wanna make money then I
hahahaha
we got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
you know what I'm saying
when you been hit by the bitch
you know it was ment
that's a criminal graduatin' in civil law
Nothin' ain't civil 'bout this Civil War
Grip a four, Gryffindor, this'll have you lyin' on your chest
I've
(Okay)
Dior with some retros
Luggage by Louis Vuitton (Woo)
We shop when we get there
Ain't nothin' in the luggage but guns
(Uh, uh) we spend dirty money
I can take you all around the world
Planes, trains, automobiles
Bentley or a Range, chromed-out wheels
First class ticket, G-4, you that deal
For
These fly rhymes and high times are brought to you by Suburban Noize
D-Loc, Saint Vicious, DJ Bobby be, Pakelika
The bakers man, bake me a cake
Yeah it ain't nothin' to fuck yo bitch dog
Starin' at me like the damsel in distress
Acapulco diamonds and they dancin' on my neck
Flawless no
say I'm just p-noid
I'm waking up in the middle of the night
My heartbeat's pumpin' like something ain't right
Oh, what's goin' on?
When I go
a trailer park boy
Let's go
Trailer park boy, she's ridin' around in my 4x4
Little blonde sittin' by my side, yeah
She's a ride or die
Trailer park boy,
imma murk him
On go with a purpose
I know that you talkin to twelve it's on papers I know that you working
I don't nothin bout nothin my lips stay sealed
We're one, two, three, four, five MC's
I'm Melle Mel and I rock it so well
And I'm Mr.Ness because I rock the best
Rahiem In All The Ladies' Dreams
You niggas don't even know
All that talk then no show
Cannot tell me nothin'
Show me somethin' I ain't seen before
That hoe want my piccolo
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