Lyrics:
rapper
Slash Billie Holiday, how it happen?
Artist and repertoire saw him in action
Pac assassination, Def Jam grabbed him
Told him, "Reenact him, you
in the gutter
Got out that jam now it's foreigns with the seats peanut butter
Bitch, it's BYLUG for life, never crossin' my brothers
(Let's go)
I pull a hunnid five on the I in my
G35
I aint got a plan when I put
The whip in drive
Just rolling with the Jams
When im high in the ride
Pull
at the Weiner Schnitzel, got socked in the jaw
By some sixties, I bombed back, the nigga pulled
Out a strap, said it's 6-0, I ducked, then he missed me
Now I'm
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
killed by Draco
Ready to Shaq attack em
NBA jam em with the blamma
These Niggaz faker than Santa
With bandanas just like Santana
You Only tell half
in)
I do it for the trappers with the, the, the rocks (ayy)
And them O.G. niggas with the, the, the blocks (hey)
(Yeah, you already know, ayy)
I'm
I like to hit live deep, keep fam tight tight
Keep the vocal strictly any joint, it's right
Let me fly
Ease back, the g's back with the r
Sun is in
No matter what we face
We must face the moment of truth, baby
They say it's lonely at the top, in whatever you do
You always gotta watch
Ashby
Johns keep telling me I'm great like Gatsby
Caught like a felony, you can't slide past me
I'm low-key, kind of anti-flashy
Then I'm O-G up in
inspired to never retire
My desires are minor
I admire the ultimate designer
He put this fire in me my head bob back and forth like a recliner
You think I
Double G freezy, dropping beans in the juice
All white bricks, serving pigeons out the coup
Had a couple chickens, now it's chicken noodle soup
Shawty want
already got your flight got you a one way (Or my way)
Santana how you comin?
She throw that ass back she gon keep that shit coming
Dick in her back now
born athlete, actor with a rap sheet
Contain live parts minority five stars
See me on it g'z at your neighborhood ball park
(Trigga)
Spark explosives
a ball
Way back in the days, you was as big as a cow
But look at you now, at jams you say "ow"
A sex disease was a common as TB
But gays today get
Girl the way you movin' got me in a trans
Dj turn me up ladies this yo jam (Come on)
Imma sip mascato and you gon' loose them pants
And Imma throw
an F
Jay receives an A for his essay
Spins til you're dizzy
Born to get busy
Is he the Jam Master?
Isn't he, or is he?
And my name is D.M.C.
in Dawson's Creek
The O.G. killer is back
So if you're living is whack
Come see me, little nigga, I'll give you a gat like
Here, here's a hammer
Red and green with the beam
We lighting him up
Brodie don't make a scene
Be quiet as fuck
Your gon blow up the scene
Like we taking a dump
I'm in G town
find'em this nigga not balling like bynum
I freestyle I use to write words in a binder
Drip in designer I use to sell crack as minor
You'll never be
Bonanza
Catch me in the cut, easy G's is burnin' my gut
As I remember my ménage à trois was mired by sluts
I question mark your heart, punctuate your
[Wyclef]
Ladies N gents
Back by popular demand
Its the G&B with Carlos Santana
[Product g&B]
Li we in up in here its not a game no more
You
She sheds tears for that dope boy
Shit, it is what it is for that dope, boy
Handle minor biz for that dope, boy
But then tell you by the Greyhound
(21)
Keep my mouth closed and that's never gon' change (21)
You get in a jam and go to pointin' and blame (21, 21)
I ain't let it slide, I was
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