Lyrics:
to break the steerin' column on yo' Impala
If I get caught, bail out, po'-po' I tell 'em holla
In court I never show up, like Austin Powers fa-zha
Father,
the toy
He hopped out wylin'
Shooting crazy like Soulja Boy
Got him in the frame, snapped shots
Not a Polaroid
Thousand words I never said to the pigs
Keep
boy famous
Look
Grind time.... all day
My shine.... wont fade
Spot light.... my face
My rhymes.... yo fave
Gotta lotta things in my life
That i gotta
neva put in work
Woot de woot said he gone spin on who
I bet i get em first
He gon wind up in a hearse
Tell that boy go back to church
No nine to five we
us we raced back to tell you, on the spot, the full nightmare of the war…
War Correspondent 1:
All down the hillside now the pounding grows in
man
My man
I knew you lookin' out for ya boy
Man 'preciate that
One Two
Hey, Two Feet came by
Who got the dope
Who got me; could you spot me
(Chase Davis on the beat, yeah)
I need the spot with the pots and the pans (pots and the pans)
I got a stick that'll make that boy dance (make
Off In Da Club An Lettem Know We Here / My Finesse Game Crazy / 40s,9s,& 380s My Weapons Choice So Boy Don’t You Come Try To Play Me / I’m Tapped In
llama’s pop off see my connect in the
Bahamas steady tryna hate
Before I hit ‘em with the 8
I’ma tell him to his face:
"Nigga, you a chump i ain’t need you
Soulja Boy's verse was wack (it was)
In that whole interview Kanye was out of line
Big Sean the worst nigga he said he ever signed (haha)
He don't like
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
okay
I told 'em to load up the dock
But they wanna ride in my Benz, okay
One of one, this a new Cullinan (skrr)
No tellin' what I'ma spend, okay
Niggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop
Better tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty
(We know how you be doing it baby) How
out the fuckin' streets
Boy, I had a white car back in '04
Back in runnin' wood days and ride low
When bein' a street nigga really meant something
Now
a chance
To show you that I'm better then that boy you call your man
You all alone so could you spot me for the dance
You acting grown and I could tell by
a chance
To show you that I'm better then that boy you call your man
You all alone so could you spot me for the dance
You acting grown and I could tell by
the late night (night)
Tell 'em it's the charm, I'm in freeze mode
To the gods, can't stop a hero when he in flight (flight)
I'm swimming in the light
the late night (night)
Tell 'em it's the charm, I'm in freeze mode
To the gods, can't stop a hero when he in flight (flight)
I'm swimming in the light
Soulja Boy Tell Em
Ya know what it is man
Turn my swag on man
Time to hit my bird walk man
[Chorus x2]
Watch me hit my bird walk
Watch me hit
Yeah
Boy it's Leo in this hoe
On My Way IV
They don't know
Nah, nah, nah, yea, well Leo tell 'em
Yea, aye, let's go
Hey, boy I'm 'gon rise
No matter
forgot, everyday in the ghetto,
We start em' off ending with hit em' up out with a pen and pad hit me led now
Kick it
Nigga roll wit Bone up into
on the stockin' cap
Tryin' to pick this way
I'm (I'm) in the back with the play sta'
A little boy (boy) came and gave me an invitation
Said there's
rhymes in Ghana tryna play Amadeus and Brahms cut to now it's time for
Rap Opera
This is renaissance music (Let me tell 'em what it is)
Cyberspace music
bring the hook in
You can never find Zig weak spot, stop looking
You thought you'd find my weak spot
But still you failed
You thought you'd find my
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