Lyrics:
of the streets
The makings of a real MC, yeah, bitch
So just abide by what you ride by
'Cause we abide, by what we ride by
Just abide by what you ride by
'Cause
another proper crack
and it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
and let that real shit provoke, so you's a wanna be 'loc
and you'll get smoked
Why would you irrelevant fucks wanna rebel against us
Knowing your Smith & Wesson has never been clutched?
Knowing you never been rushed by the most
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
kissed
Loads of times
It breaks my heart that we're apart because you live three towns over
And you can't be by my side at work events
Because you work so
the weed or pussy, I read books
I'm liable to mate'cha king with three rooks
You see the Wu W raised in black fists
Maybe Tony Touch, Concord needle will
a limosuine everywhere you go and fly private planes
that's what I was taught to do
by my big homie thou
you can always be a nigga,
but a nigga ain't rich
featuring Keith Murray Redman
Whoop Whoop(8x)
[Redman]
Funky dilemmas destroy mc's by process of elimanation
Ghetto linger
she Bad Boy
No Will Smith
Coughing like I need an ambulance
That's real piff
Lost ya arms in an accident
Still feel this
Ice all over my neck and hands
three
Reasons to be cheerful, one, two, three
Mark and Devo in the corner, heading on in by the speaker
Dressed cool, never known to freak
Outside
"Be patient" (cookin' it up)
In my duplex with the bricks in the basement (bricks in the basement)
Real street nigga, never wrote no statement
They
Yeah, yeah
We gone glo, going miles
We gone flow, no more trials, I cannot fight
Woah, woah
Grew up on Jon Keith and Monty and Zauntee
Came back from
One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
(have big meetings)
Cause we comin to your town (that's right.. you game?)
(Your sicilian brothers will be in - town, will be there)
cool Keith, Big
smooth and hot)
What? What? What? What?
Will Smith:
Here come the butter baby
Bringing it smooth and hot
Got the staff from K-B
Singing this groove
like a bitch, get smacked by your pimp
Your steelo's undercover, corny on the real brother
Keep that mop down, just like your album sound
You flop,
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
" because you're curious
Of the rap style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, but my brothers stay mutual
[parrish smith]
While I'm
All i need is sec
And You rappers like Keith but for me its no sweat
Shits like chess sacraficed my nights
Promised my fam we gone be alright
I'm more
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
Space I got round to
Acted when I fee it
In how I see it
You be it if you be it
Started out in crooklyn
Butters word
Chill, chill, chill, chill,
San-jaya, now who wanna try us
That four-five will spit
I'll slump you in the driver seat
And make you really ghost ride the whip
It's real talk, shade
Fuck the whole industry you tried to get rid of me?
Y'all must be kidding me y'all must be kidding me
Aye yo fuck the whole industry come
automatic weapon spray
Niggas want to touch it see if it's real
Motherfuckers want to test with a gee and get let out
left on the floor of the club like
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