Lyrics:
wheels
Can't stop, won't stop, all I see is meals
Mind ya biz, curiosity kills
Floatin' by, check out my gills
Easy as nothin', best watch your back
Them
slouch B, cause off the meter's how my clout be
[Erick Sermon]
Indeed, I'm amazing when I ?
Got the crowd doing shit by remote control
Coming high
where you goin', where you been, where you from
We say the same thing while they just play dumb
We don't gang-bang we got J-O-be's
Still they make 'em
a loop, ain't none of us know what to do
And at the time I was goin' through my own struggles too
So I wasn't in no condition to be coachin' us through
many
I used to act shady off white lines
Now we're goin' crazy, might buy a Mercedes
I'm out for a million, no lifelines
Lookin' at the host like you
This guy, this guy
Gotta set aside a disguise, disguise
So they never see me pass by, pass by
Hiding under all the dark skies, dark skies
'Til it's
cheese, get that dough
Well it's the first of the month my nigga so you know what it is
Let's get down to the block and get that handlin' this biz
Call
and get out with it, man I could forget it
Now I'm stayin with this girl who got a kid
by another nigga, whose crew is much bigger
But he don't dig it cause
your flow ain't goin by me
He's a sufferin' succotash, throw him in the trash
Show him you the man that'll boom bash
I hold MC's up like money it
the streets n***a, yeah we roll them hard blocks
What is goin on n***a
That's what I heard as a child
That's my word
A smooth playa from the Himalaya
Like
I don't wanna sell yay
Get my door kicked in by the kkk
Shoulda said the police
Lookin for the quarter piece inside my caprice
from the tracks
the lesson to learn-ah
Way to get started in the music biz
Just listen to the story as I tell it like it is
I was a youngster from East Junior High School
scooped up by this roughneck from Cuba?
We do maneuvers like Super Dave, always with a group of babes
Sayin "Mami's out" like Sugar Ray
Cause Cuban Link
got off the hook
I'm jaded
Drunk in the whip playin' Jadakiss
Nah, I ain't worried 'bout
Will and Jada biz you should get with me
Mayweather with
the Thursday routine
What's your name, where you goin', where you been, where you from
We say the same thing while they just play dumb
We don't gang-bang we
I ain't goin' stop grindin' you know what I'm saying
I been grindin' it's just y'all paying more attention now
Fuck imma stop for
I will never stop
already know who it is
Me and Skinner, we like Santa's elves, we go and do our biz
Yeah, you know we goin' crazy when it's on the 25th
Christmas Day, I wake
top bitch
Aye
Gang
Aye
Aye
I'm done with all these niggas cappin on my name like what it is
We TTG we trained ta go we SOB we stand on biz
And if I
off
Gift given by God, so we showing off
Buzzing like a gnat, no Romanoff
Get to know us 'fore we blow like Molotov
Bang bang, gang gang, REJX, this
around me, round me, it's pounding in my head I need to get it off my
Just let me back it on up, put ya finger in the air if ya don't give a fuck
Ya
Yeah yeah yeah
We got my man Extra P in the house
But me and my man Akinyele
You know we goin Worldwide this tour
'Cause yo you know how that go
wouldn't belive it unless you peeped it
She was off the chain, all-terrain
All insane alcohol stalled her brain
Last night I caught the right weed
Had my
Who 'dat, who 'dat, who 'dat tryin' to get up in my crew (Huh? Yeah!)
Yo who 'dat off brand nigga' tryin' to hang wit the clique?
Flossin' like you
the funkalistic rapper choke an instant
Got mixed wit Malibu rums and Mistic
I'm a whole lot on it yea just a smidget
Just 'cause I live by the beach
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