Lyrics:
Aw
Mm, yeah (aw)
All my life, been po'
But it really don't matter no mo'
And they wonder why we act this way
Nappy Boys gon' be okay
All
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
he, he he, right}
So jam on it, say what
[Mos Def]
The sweet old beats my speech radiates
I grab the mic my voice resulates and penetrates
I make
, no mo
(Boy, don't you know, take it slow
Work it hard take it far)
Boy, I can see it in your face, you're all over the place
Can you stand up
VERTALING
I made a decision
And I followed it with certainty
That I could escape my family
Over on the New Island
I was turning away
From the High King
Say we a come in wid a force, yeah
Blessings we ahreap pon we course inna hand full
We nuh rise and boast
Yeah, we give thanks like we need it
[DJ Quik]
And just when you motherfuckers thought it was over
I'm back up in this motherfucker..
"You better get ready"
"for-for-for for
niggaz roam
It's a war zone (war zone) but I'm a man so with gun in hand
I'm on my way to see this hoe you know the fuckin plan
Can't understand, but
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
right on the spot
Swore she'll never do it again for that I laid it to rest
Set me down, took of my coat
And put her hands on my chest, grabbed my neck ka
is "The Villain"
My homey from the see-P-T, cold chillin
Now as time flies by I see the game gettin mo' reala
As I get mo' scrilla, can you dig it
Scene was 1998, yeah, thug
See back in the days it wasn't no aids, it wasn't no AK's
Mo afros then braids, wasn't nothing for a boy to get a
Straight
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
It look like pictures zooming by
I see a hundred on the dash an
Now I'm dashing, fuck the brakes
This is what y'all wanted, what y'all said it takes
I go and I lie mo’
When I rhyme times fo’ times
Ten tenfold exponential growth
Hold it, when I say I wanna do the man, shit
You don’t understand
Hey, aye
Aye
Another day, another dollar
But it's mo' money, mo' problems
Tryna get by on the day to day
Just to maintain, what's the price to pay
blowing on that purple
Purple purple all my niggas yea they
Pass it in a circle
Second hand like a mo fucker
Coughing like a mo fucker
And the only thing
the room?
I'd been wanting to hear from you
Oh, no
Hand it over (hand it over)
Hand it over (oh)
You're weary, lay him down
You did your time so thank
on the dollars
Survival by any means Mo Money No Problems
Baby i'm about to make it out, and that's on me
And you prolly don't believe,
You prolly don't believe
like Da Vinci I'm a bastard with a talent
Word to Clarence I'm ma do it for the camera's
Left hands on the wheel keep spinning like spanners
Idi eh wa
already know
Every time I try to get away, I can't let it go
Plush lifestyle, fly cars and the pretty hoes (pretty hoes)
So play your distance by
is "The Villain"
My homey from the C-P-T, cold chilling
Now as time flies by I see the game getting mo' reala
As I get mo' scrilla, can you dig it
bae bro (grrrr)
Came home scramblin', all you heard was ambulance
Somebody got hit on the corner, doin' hand to hands
12-12's out the minivan, it
the Land, got tha upper hand
'Cause I got tha gripping good delay
If you niggaz can dash, wit' tha lethal mass
And then pass wit' tha very blast
It ain't
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