Lyrics:
tacos, Switchblade… like a nacho
I tried to teach your ass a lesson you saved by the bell
Like Freddy Krueger
Meezy got the dirty ruger
Goofy like tamone
I can't preach if I don't take a line
Lou just got knocked, coming home 'twenty-five
My peoples doing time for federal crimes
Why you think I go so
stay with extensions we finish the beef it's up then we lay you down
And don't try to compete with a nigga cause I'm the lil nigga who finna put on for
must pay the penalty -- and here in Castle
Anthrax, we have but one punishment for setting alight the
grail-shaped beacon. You must tie her down
Sayin Free bj know dat my Brodie nigga
Used to ride on da block inna stolie
If you fuck w my paper I’ll fold u nigga
And it’s SoufSide da wave what I told
Braaaaa
Yung Bj I see you
I go by the name Sauce to the Prince
You gon Learn
Yea
See I'm in my zone boy
I'm coming for the throne boy
King
of bj's so what it do
Don't gotta be blue to catch these clues
Girl come here and be my muse
And when i'm with you I can not lose
Them other hoes they old
playa it aint my beef
Im just here to break ‘em, As-salamu Alaykum
I ain’t here to make friends, I just wanna make ends
If you keep hatin, take a dive
of decks like a sleeve
If you’re known from the endz, then come out by all means
We’ll still bounce till it ends, I don’t doubt that we’ll leave
We don’t
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
matter Putnam for their head
Make them put tam for the head
You have been looking at the rap flow bad dirty vibe brother
Your looking at my best mood
I
Damn
(OneHunnid on the beat)
(Goddamn, BJ made another one)
If I say how I feel, you should really listen
If you was all mine, I’d be all in
Came
to the ceiling
I check my phone bj say he got a bad feeling
And these niggas gone be hatin when they see you ballin
And when they see with that money
Them
Brooklyn, mad street, putnam ave, I miss you nevermore, Bushwick
Started off hustle was hustlin', I came from the bottom where nobody wanted me
Never
Next time you on stage, use primatine for some breath control
(ha ha ha) but now don't let asthma be the excuse
You was definitely doper, when no one
Of yourself, get a hold
Next time you on stage, use primatine for some breath control
(ha ha ha) but now don't let asthma be the excuse
You was definitely
put it on)
This for the Midwest, don't forget I told you (I love the way, you put it on, for me girl)
Ej Jackson
BJ The Chicago Kid (you're beautiful)
put it on)
This for the Midwest, don't forget I told you (I love the way, you put it on, for me girl)
Ej Jackson
BJ The Chicago Kid (you're beautiful)
My nigga Ja sold more records than an o.g. (o.g.)
Tah flyin by in the Lac truck like a o.g.(o.g.)
For Gotti I'd body a nigga quicker than a o.g.
free
What I'm bluffing for
Show em love
You hear em calling more
Never lay out ya cards
Keep some shit in store
When you down and out
Who you calling?
on sight
All this pain, I leave on the mic
I can shame you niggas for life, I am that nice
I'm really this lit, ain't got a cap
I'm really the shit, putnam
galigula
With some canibus and teeth for my flesh
Cleaver'll be rippin' to pieces the trashy beaver a diva
My phone sex, will have you fucking your receiver
Dizzy Rascal:
If that girl know's where you stay thats poor
some whore banging on your door what for
pregnant? what're you talking about this for
but the arms strong like you was BJ's
I hear these rapping niggas but believe I'm not a fan of it
I'm here to rid the rap game of all its contaminants
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