Lyrics:
what you want but the game got me cheese
With bitches on my dick since my last CD
I went from young black & broke bro' to dub the inevitable
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches 'n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
old
How many unit's have they sold?
Never go Platinum, never go Gold
When I make a tune, it's totally cold
When I make a tune, it’s totally neat
Spit so
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[SOS]
By the dawn of the new millennium we saw bright chains
Winter brought along platinum causing the ice age
No more Gold, no more YO! MTV RAPS
Now
of a black planet
20 years of blood sweat and no tears for fanatics
So damn it
If times is hard
Time is god
Understand it
Never took time for granted
Its all
Black & blue, can't take my eyes off you
Wearing Gucci slides, and you got a robe on too
I can buy you everything you've ever wanted
(Buy you
nothing but a smoker
That's the way it goes, that's the name of the game
Young brother getting over by slanging 'caine
Gold around his neck and 14K heavy
New York
There's homeless people out here
Why ain't God lettin' them stay there?
Why these niggas got gold ceilings and shit?
Why God need gold ceilings
a black sea
I hardly had an income but it was easy
An awesome world awaited with a cheap key
And sometimes in the garbage
They were just free
And that's how
bitch gimme them keys
Gimme that, all them gold in the
Street value, ten G's on the market
Graduated from casin' homes
To pressure stones
To pickin'
Biggie's Talking intro
Repeat 6x
Mafioso
Little Ceas:
How you figure that your team can affect my cream
Gold and platinum. Black since I stepped
me open
Baby, I just wanna make you mine
By the end of the night, end of the night
By the end of the night
It's inevitable and incredible, listen,
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches 'n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
listened to D2
Could you tell me?
Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you heard when we had a black president
D4 and 5, we got back to business
Y'all done
and his bugs freeze the sea
Try to save the world by immolating myself
From history
The flood of counterfeits released
The black cloud
The resurrection
nothing but a smoker
That's the way it goes, that's the name of the game
Young brother getting over by slanging 'caine
Gold around his neck and 14K heavy
thoughts are out of order
Caught between the haters and opinions of supporters
I'm in the club and I'm rocking nothing but black and gold
The mixtape
hittin gates, shit is dirty, plenty tight
leapin tall buildings in a single bounce feelin ceiling lights
hear me this if I go I better go in style
a spokesperson for a generation
Within the same old fear of a Black planet
Twenty years of blood, sweat
No tears for fanatics
So damn it, if times is hard, time is
stacking money by the ton
Here we come
Nigga what you mean
For the bread I’ll come through and ice and nigga
You know me
I’m a cake like icing nigga
If I am
the greatest fan
When shoelaces were fat, and all the rapper's faces were black
And light-brown, a box with the right sound was all you needed
When it blast,
to having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writin'
But I will stick this pencil
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