Lyrics:
la banane j'ai les oscars, je suis l'asphalte tu fais le trottoir
La vie rapide et les dollars, les drive by et les go fast
Yo ta vie
explain but then again
By the way if yo waiting it's looking slim
This the way you play when it's finna end
In the words of myself (shh) Easy Wins
Chorus:
Baby Sham
Rah Digga
Spliff Star
Flipmode
In ya face
You wanna battle?
Yo, yo, yo
It's my time to shine and I'ma shine bright
Terrorize
Put on the full armor of God, keep that 'istol by yo side
Never know what's 'round the corner when the Devil's lurkin'
Gotta treat yo people right,
let you in
We could go out to eat
You could tell me how you been
I'm by yo side
All night
Call my phone if you need to cry
Cause I'm by yo side
All
listenin to the gossip in the beauty shop
But all them jealous single females want what you got
They would do anythang to take yo' place
Cause everytime I
Thinking you're scared of me by
The way you talk, boy
'Cause you know I could be
All the things you're not, boy
All bark no bite baby, you're such
pussy needs a wash, no detergent
She got the scent of lame tween them legs
Mixed w pussy ass breath and yo pissy ass dreads (Meow)
Done by ya shitty ass
G.O.A.T talk, my bag big (yeah)
These jealous hoes can't stand me (they can't)
Lot of O's in my notebook, it come in handy dandy (it do)
Walked in, yo
Wake up roll a wood it's time to get faded
Yo bitch look like Megan good stab her like Jason
Heard yo nigga sell mids I know his bag basic
Why yo
hoes that's 'posed to be yo's
Seein' my haters in a dark alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate
Baby Sham
Rah Digga
Spliff Star
Flipmode
In ya face
You wanna battle?
Yo, yo, yo
It's my time to shine and I'ma shine bright
Terrorize
foul
Nigga that's bitch shit
Tech N9ne you dissed it
But they missed it
Told me that you sold 200,000 with pride
But you lied, I don't mean to hurt yo
lost in the winter
Spoiled by mother and father and sister
But lack the emotions to show that i'm grateful
I hope that i'm all forgiven
I must have won
of you
You on my mind like everyday
I’m really digging you
I swear for you I wanna be great
Them hoes be jealous of you
Smile in yo face that shit be fake
[Wyclef (Lauryn Hill)]
Yes, Refugee Camp (Yeah, Yeah Refugee Camp uh! Ah!)
Yo, It never stops, what?!
We comin' back! (Murder that boy!)
Yo, what up, dunn?
Yo, son, what up?
Yo, I just got my hands on this new biscuit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word?
I got to go see somethin' real
Yea yea yea
Let's get it
Nigga ima star
And you better believe
I've been humble way too long
Now I'm the star of the team
Not by myself I got my
want my position they jealous fr cus they see that I'm Winning
My denim and linen it say true religion
A glizzy is in em that's just how I'm living
This
who gon' tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't
on a uniform
It ain't a rule in the book you have to go by
Hey, coz when it comes to cheatin' yo you should know I
For fear in the hearts 'cause it's
yo choices
On yo own
Outside voices
(Don't listen to em)
Outside voices
(Don't listen to em)
Outside voices
(Don't listen to em)
Outside voice
Outside
on my porch gettin' high I'm like Smokey
Chipped up celly
Cussin' out Sony (Where the fuck is my cheque?)
Yo! I don't just live by reputation
I'm
I do not joke around when it come to her p
Cuz baby really got that killy killy
That killy killy killy killy killy killy yo yo yo
I tell her baby give
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