Lyrics:
salute when I throw up
The nosey ass
Oh he got class
How he gon kick it
So why you wondering how my writing is super wicked
I’m lifted by my left hand
than a mill' in savings (mm-mm)
But you can still get shaven (baow)
If I ever get caught by the pagans (Woo, woo)
Out my nank just wavin' (boom)
Live
headed niggaz get knocked out a lot
Kick down your chain-locked door, we raise spot
My clique got a deadbolt lock, you rather not Duke
Stormin
(One time for your mind, one time)
Ayo, whatever
(One time for your mind, one time)
(Hey yo, Nas, kick that rhyme)
Check check it out
When I'm
the Philippines. I think she would have gotten a real kick out of seeing me live this life today. I think about her almost every day. And she comes to me in my
Cash rap over a beat or acapella
Kick a wicked rhyme like a fortune teller
This fella, se pone feo quando llego
I still be shoutin' out cats in San
(Worry bout yourself hoe)
Lil bitch I'm thuggin
Glock nine and AK-47 playing with the Russians
She suck this dick, I kick her out and then I fuck her
when I'm hit by the laser beams
Ladies fiend rappers are choosin up teams
So who could beat up just before we meet up
Before I kick
took one in his face
By somebody he knew
Stretched in the project hallway
Fatal car flipped
He got ejected out the front windshield
Broke most of his
is you with
For the bros you know Ima step
Go right then I go left
Fuck the referee give me a Tec
Throw me out like Jazzy Jeff
Make a song like every
there's billions out there waitin in a room
But I'm living modest to my dream have to face it live it through
Fridge was empty but my bank account got hella
food
Man are acting like he's got 9 lives
He can find out what the 4 5th do
Back of the club with the mandem about
Move out of the way when I'm boring
Central
Fuckk y'all!
(Shit, goddamn, Get off yo ass and jam!)[Repeat: x 2]
Westside, hoo-ride, let me kick a pimpin slide
Weak niggas straight trip
off yo ass and jam!) (2x)
[ uncredited guest rapper number four ]
Westside, hoo-ride, let me kick a pimpin slide
Weak niggas straight trip when I ride
Archie Shepp
For staying true to inspiration and I don't half step
So I kick out the jams and tell you who I am
And I talk to the people like Les McCann
Archie Shepp
For staying true to inspiration and I don't half step
So I kick out the jams and tell you who I am
And I talk to the people like Les McCann
this fly
The type to change because of fame, I'm just not that guy
Still sippin' on my 40 when the cops drove by
When I go, gotta tell my girl
expressions
But believe me
Don't call me different
Just call me by my name
And I'll call so we can kick it
Diner dates
Finer space in due time
Went to sleep
like beef cause I’ll mess up my knuckles
you know that I sleep so I stay out of trouble
I want them pirate blacks with the space Jams
And when the night
comes to mine
I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie
Sucka walk up on me, talking like he know me
Ain't no co defendant do my dirt all by my lonely
club hits but a slow jams major
To get my lady movin in that special way
To make up for the times that I've been gone away
either out with my folks
club hits but a slow jams major
To get my lady movin in that special way
To make up for the times that I've been gone away
either out with my folks
she high oh my huh, uh
God gotta get this karma off me this quick, get a kick out her with or without her ima live shit
But that ain't the thing her gun
the packages
More than Jeff Bezos are you the man? Grrr
His face showin’, he need a rescue pack
I'ma call up Diego
Kick door, move, what happen?
I’m charged up
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