Lyrics:
to get a meal
[Jurrasic 5]
Hey yo my quality control, captivates your party patrol
Your mind, body, and soul
For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm
radio stations say
They not going to play my music
Uh well I'm going to sell it on the streets
In the boot of my car man
A brother has got get to get
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Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
yourself, cheap in Texas if you can drive past
Besides that, nigga current or make five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By
On That Bishop And Jude Shit
I'll Put This 4-5 In Your Mouth Like A Toothpick (You Bitch)
The South Ain't Safe No Mo', So Get A Gun
And Pray To God That
It's only right that I address this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
I get busy
It's only right that I address
It's only right that I address this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
I get busy
It's only right that I address
on the radio lit again
Your bitch probably wanna suck that nigga dick again (Kylie)
And I saw that interview you did about Mike Brown
Sayin' he deserved that,
ridin dirty like a benzo
We don't even do shit, why you sayin you my friend for?
You can keep your two cents cause i'm tryna get it tenfold
I was goin
you through changes
And mess up your mind?
I just called to say that I'm on my way
Whoa, and I'll see you when I get there
I hope you're in a good mood
Nice ]
I got a shitload of story tales in my sack
Please come in, hang your coat on the rag
While you at it, make my coffee black
So I can get
your bitches, shack your bitches
I pimps up, smack my bitches
You want to fuck trick your bitches
I duck flip my bitches, get that cash with that
the world gotta kiss their asses
Five hundred capacity but you wanna get two hundred passes
Thought it was about gouda
Forty water told me,
"N9na, get ya
far?
The prodigal or prophetic?
I know perfection couldn't get it but my trauma has me feeling like I have to edit
Cutting corners like I'm tracing
niggas but
That's how I raised 'em
Scrape a opp off the board
Before you dry erase 'em
He put his hands on your
Brother? You gotta fade 'em
He put his
get old
The radio's on and it's playing our song
I shift it into 5th and then baby we're gone
Elvis on the radio
Your mama can't get hurt by what she
of a lunar lung plummet
Paratrooper jump from a conundrum summit
You gotta love him
My cock is stuffed into a sock puppet
Got your moms cumming
Part2:
on the radio see them everywhere you go
You don't have to look to far but don't be blinded by the stars
They fall ya know so just walk your road just keep your
On you
Cause the groove feels right
We gon' ride this flow to the rhythm of the night
Let your worries fall behind
Love will take over your mind
It’s true
Can you make it thunder
Know you wanna ride it, bumper to bumper
Pull away and wind it on me
If I get this Hennessy on your weave
You know we’ll turn it
The voice gets rougher
Shout my vocals, I salute all the locals
Slept on, kept them out of radio focus
Hocus-pocus spooks sitting by the sound
Corporations
with the love but don't fuck with the hate
You are a beast that no one can tame
Wake up in the morning it's five in the morning
Wake up by her side
long (x2)
Baby bounce
Let me see you bounce to this
I get the mic technique
To help you use your ears
So you it by the radio
Hands on the dial
Soon Five
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