Lyrics:
what that water cost?
Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit
Filet Mignon porter house
My little brother on his medical shit from that
that that's a lie
Catch up on my exercise
Lil shawty catching my eyes
I'm taken by
The little shit flexing on all my guys
It's no surprise
She checking
[Treach]
You heard a lot about a brother gaining mo' ground
Being low down I do the showdown wit' any little ho round, no!
I want to know who you're
see nobody am ray
By the way am robbing deacons with my boy he puerto rican
I don't came a longway from cooking it in a beaker
If you looking for some
Is this mic on?
Hey, Hey! Hey-hey-hey! Turn the mic up, c'mon, c'mon
Is the mic on or not? I want the mic
We're bringing up nobody, nobody
Nobody
a brother know if you're down to ride
Hey baby is you down to ride?
Knocking at your front door
Let me come inside
Knocking at your front door
Let me
hey Kermit
Claude Tremé was a brother back in the 1700s
He started selling his land to all the free slaves
And they started to build what they
the benz pull up no robyn jeans!
I been plottin so much like I can't sleep
Thought I told my little brother that I hate jeeps
Ima spank that little fucker
like)
Ay yo, peep it out while I tell you like this
A fresh little story be sure you don't miss
It's the truth for ya, true feature
I could go
like)
Ay yo, peep it out while I tell you like this
A fresh little story be sure you don't miss
It's the truth for ya, true feature
I could go
Hey, yeah, I wanna shoop, baby
Ooh, how you doin', baby?
No, not you
You, the bow-legged one, yeah
What's your name?
Damn, that sounds sexy uh
Here I
a little
Hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah
Chic a bon, chic a bon, chic a bon bon bon bon
Chic a bon, chic a bon, chic a bon bon bon bon
Sock a little Polk salad
focus, I'm still adjusting
Trying to do, make moves end the suffering
Trying to keep my brother's spirits up
Getting treated like shit, I can't make this
to weigh in/
In these days and times I’m like Ray luv/
Keep your mutha huh mask on and throwaway old gloves/ raaah
The dopest with the pen again/
Redskinned
'Opus One'
It's not for Sammy Kaye, hey, hey, hey
It's 'Opus One'
It's got to swing, not sway, baby
If Mr. Les Brown can make it renowned
And Ray Anthony
played, get played, played a lot on radio
And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers
The Pease, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed
It
hey Kermit
Claude Tremé was a brother back in the 1700s
He started selling his land to all the free slaves
And they started to build what they
feeling a little pressure, when you're telling me I better come get it
Ha but I'm the man for the job
Can't nobody do it quite like I do
And the same go
feeling a little pressure, when you're telling me I better come get it
Ha but I'm the man for the job
Can't nobody do it quite like I do
And the same go
lovin outward the sound???
This is not the flow, this is not freestyle
This is just a little somethin' just to make the brother smile
All the happy
Rosey, how are you?
Jackie, hey man, that's really out of sight
Well, thanks, Rosey wow, you sure are big
Well, you know
Being big get me into a lot
Mouth Bitch!
See I go hard on a bitch
Like my little cousin
Said those rapping ass brothers from Dallas go hard black
Gold digging bitch I ain't got
couple of guns
The funds wasn't the issue, it was other shit
That had me flippin' on my brother's shit
Stealin' from my mother's shit
Cry by myself, I
vamping
I live and die for Hip Hop
This is Hip Hop for today
I give props to hip-hop so
Hip Hop hooray, hey, ho
You heard a lot about a brother
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