Lyrics:
Ya don't know who I am
Who you
Let me introduce myself
I'm King Nino
Nino Brizzy Brown
New York
Manhattan
Lower East Side
Killer Hill
Rutgers
might've beaten the Reich
I'm just a bug boy you see
With a fantastical scheme.
So Charles,
But tomorrow it could tumble down
Exactly,
Let's live it up
served with lettuce
Got too much on my plate fam
You did it for the gram I
Did hit's for my great gram
In my zone twenty eight grams
Lay you out over bread
goats for queens (uh huh)
You know black don't crack, I still look in my teens (I do)
Hold up, my glow up, my bronzer, my shape (my shape)
He love me,
these days
There's one thing I can count on
I love my fans
They're a mess for real, but I love my fans
And if you stuck with this song for this long
Then
the drappers
911 only hoes got ya
prepare for the battle, you get streched out
I won't let it rest til its wire in your mouth
you know who you are I won't
You know
When I was a kid
My older brother once said to me
I'm not gon' flip no burgers when I know how to rob
I wish I never went to college
All I
hot flames
It's how it seems, you make me wanna ride the Coltrane to A Love Supreme
My brown lady, creates environments, for
Happy brown babies, I know
(Charlie Brown - "All good things must end")
believe it!
(Charlie Brown - Ive memorized that phrase by heart)
and you were born for this part
(Charlie
you know
I just copped a MPC60 from Japan
As I'm rappin' through this SM7 that's in my hand
Got a quarter-pound of buddha, I'm smokin' it by
pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I'm the grandmaster with the three emcees
That shock the house for the young ladies
And when you come inside,
work
Cutting hedges in the meadow by the stream
My blade slipped, I cut my hand and my own dear blood did flow
Upon the brown earth and the corn still
for the mic, but you can't handle it
I dismantle it, bust you in your head with it
You know you can't spit it like I spit it
Yeah you shit it in
ones by Jay Z and Rick Ross she
Did that song because she was asked and
Because "Kanye's a genius" She
Did "Bang Bang"
Because she "knew it would be big"
Cold hands from New York
A voice within you cries, "Won't someone please help me
I'll do the same for you one day
If you should ever pass my way and need
Concrete since day one
Ain't no time to make up
Ain't no top on that hoop
Like baby, word to A cup
Thank you for your services, invoicing all my haters
shit
And where the feeling you can't
Pay for this shit
All my niggas pay for this shit
Cause we already rich and you
Know I'm the shit got fifty niggas
to breathe
I'm blacking out with no post up under my shirt and sleeve
Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby Brown
Who got that
to breathe
I'm blacking out with no post up under my shirt and sleeve
Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby Brown
Who got that
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
Uh uh uh
What are you doin for my mental you bet not be draining it
Treating my music like it's painting careful how I'm naming it
See thru the lens
Especially for what she did for me.
I guess I owe it all to Pamela Brown
All of my good times, all my roamin' around
One of these days I might be in your
Email me to tell a friend
That crack I got will sell gain
Swear this purple lean is like my medicine
Could probably roll some weed and
We the best
two for the show
You got my beat, now here I go
You see, this DJ, he gets down
Mixing records while they go round
With the hiddip, the hop, ya just
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