Lyrics:
No dirt on me you can’t make up a case
Too much water, I flooded the gate
Crystals on the bezel I could tell your fate
Say you dripping is up for
Nigga I'm still standing
I'm the gold standard
Tryna get to VA the opportunities
Of nigga in Atlanta
Ain't no question who the man is
I don't need
Strictly satisfaction like the Sunz of Man tape
No copy or biting off of what your man make
It's 1998, get your own mindstate
In 1999 write your own platinum
Emotions
Like A Porno
I Wanna Be James Brown
I Should Have Been Tom Jones
Terminator
Alligator
Goofy!
I Don’t Know
Where Do I Go
It Doesn’t Matter
I Won’t
my luster, when with a bronco buster
Oh, you can't get a man with a gun
With a gun, with a gun
No you can't get a man with a gun
If I went
They can't compete
With the MC ( DMC )
I'm Run and I'm running
My razor slice an open Mic
Michael Tyson confessions
PLUS
Ushers
Deacons and the reverends
And rollercoaster
I'm pushing for something
They can't compete
With the MC ( DMC )
I'm Run and I'm running
My razor slice an open Mic
Michael Tyson confessions
PLUS
Covered up by pillows
Oh no
I'm lookin' for them trizicks
Tryin' to put a group up in they clizick
I'm comin' up quick
I'm takin' no shots bustin'
She got an ass on her I like the way she walk
Don't wanna pass on her no I ain't tryin' to talk
Gotta go and get that
Like let me hit that
From
storming nigga sixteen
Six two, feeling glock with a sick lean
Big dreams, only two words, get green
Which means never had no job
I spit, to keep it
a peace of mind
Can't make it to Nirvana, but really that's no surprise
I'm a slave to my vices
Sex and drugs are way too enticing
Self destructive left
away from me fake bitches
I can’t take the phoniness
Get away from me wack tracks
I can only make only hit's
I’m an only child lost in the World
Where
Yeah this is the excited private better know as sleepy eyed Jones Capone
Better know to y'all as Fiend
I'm here with Prime Suspects and Snoop
but
Bitch can't you see that I'm no Harry Potter
But I got that magic stick I'm a manic with
This automatic shit so damn adequate
And I don't give
Can't no one bend my cousin from the Peter Piper like the others
Latchin' on to when I caught the fame (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Pass the task to ask me
Verse
Meet Kentuckiana jones
Mr bad to the bone
Ain’t you happy I’m home
I happily roamed
With Nappy it’s known
We’re taking every city by storm
Im
a toast to the West Coast
Easily I approach the microphone because I ain't no joke
Tell your mama to get off of my dip
I have no time to give her my
cater
Any problems I spray her that can startle the mayor
But in this 50-block radius let's get the rock and shave the shit
or get the glock and blaze
seventeen ward block
Yes I issue more shit for you to cop, then store it by the docks
Hide the fun if you can't afford cops
So ain't no tellin where your
I'm anxious
All of this money I'm bankin'
Don't make me happy, I can't win
Don't get it wrong, no, I'm thankful
Wanted attention, it happened
Yea aight
I'm finna gas up
Play with me get smacked up
Look like a sad pup
That boy is not tough
Let me see yo paycheck
Dam that shit look ruff
She
I had a dream I was harassed by demons
They would kiss my ass if I ever get into Heaven
Now pick a number between six and seven
Whether you're
ever win with you
I'm always wrong it ain't no leeway
Thought that you was gone be by my side and now you leave it
This just can't go on it ain't no
and ditch it
Kitchen whipping and flip it raw
Get it all off the kitchen floor
My bad is my bad, the baddest ask me
What I'm b****ing for
What I
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