Lyrics:
Brooklyn is me
Matter of fact, the East coast, fuck, took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin' that real shit
Volume Three still sold more
a nigga like Koop, a nutcase
And I can tell by the day it's gonna be a long night
When I take a swipe for your life, my big black butcher knife
Now I'm
[Afrika]
Zigga-one, zigga-two, zigga-three, zigga-and..
Mindin my business, hangin on the scene
Kangaroos rolled by -- but I was clean
?? got my
an MC, who can't be the are-E-D
Fuck wit me, you'll get slapped up and capped up easy
By me and a tre-eight pistol, so vacate the premises
Or ask
feel like Will Smith pursuing happiness
See yeah that power, that's something I have to get
I'm smoking flour and I just be rapping so passionate
figured, son (yeah)
I don't think they hear you son (yeah)
Haha, drop a load on 'em
Now first but not least, you will respect Keith
Lay a nigga down
navy seals
You know we tote them Smith & Wessons not them Smith n Will's
Bullets fill a nigga up jus like burger happy meal
Okay who say they want
everything leave my body. It was a new beginning.
3rd Chorus: (Leezola Smith)
Never be afraid to stand alone for what you know and believe the Lord is calling
before them.
For how long will the masses be so pathetically manipulated by God, Queen and Country?
*
For fucks sake where are we in all this?
We're
for the rest catch
They asking, I go by the Rappa the real ones are paying attention to me
I speak, you see
Picasso the way I be brushing
To do this, do this, do that'
That's real creative shit
And, when you're really not afraid
To be yourself, you're comfortable
It's like a web
Cannon tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Don't come around here
Only real niggas allowed
We’ll kill you, one in the head
talkin' that shit then we
blaze, fulfillin' them, Keith ?, Jesse, Jamil and them
We originate styles, other be stealin' them
You got a good rise in your rolodex, who flow is
me thinking that could heal
Tryna celebrate my Independence Day, Will Smith
Baby girl, who I'm kiddin'? Still sick, real
All my new, seem to get old
aye)
I swear this steppin' life is such a vibe
Selling them bags and offering bribes (yeah, ha)
Got a new glock and its by Smith and Wesson
Don't fuck
shit
Walina chayatin
Mali tah rich
By the grace of god
We going to be rich
La jiti ldarbi
Tal9ani dima ana kayn
M3a l3anasir broski
Blan hna rah bayn
(ATL Jacob)
VVS's dripping down my neck, I'ma drown ho
Smith and Wesson, thinking I'm a game, I'm like Rambo
Came a long way from the trenches
[Kool Keith]
Yeah
Every morning I wake up lookin' in the mirror
I am the original black Elvis
That's right; when you see me with my wig
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
the soup nazi happy Days
Then I'ma spin off like +Joanie Loves Chachi+
Burn rubber, the Maserati mach three
Screamin mazeltov at my aki
Squad vomit at Keith
an ill gift, I'm real swift, they be like, "Damn, he still rich"
When I send my men in black listen none of them niggas is will smith
I sell coke, I deal
real
Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me, all me for real
I touched down in '86, knew I was the man by the age
a bus, nigga
Mionetto, the Chef is on ill levels
Be the custom ill bezel, we get down
All the hills meddle
Real rebels that run through the real ghettos
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