Lyrics:
You better make tracks fast on the double
The girl jazz you but she's nothing but trouble
Take her where she wants to go
And ev'ry day you let
look into this face and
Tell me you hate it
You hate it
Break the wall
Break my face
Break the double personality
The dual control I used to see in
keepin in live
versus those who chase the bread
many rhymes misunderstood
and I stand by every line
and I kept it on the under
don't go snatchin my wine
of which I cannot explain
My name was little known at this time
'Less we use the Boston, Mass as the measuring line
My crime bein waxed, redirects,
me these
Get on my knees, been around them doubt-Double G's (??)
These homies id ride fo, I cry fo
And if it came down to it id die fo
Reject
nigga
You fuckin up to all my X'd out pill niggaz
Double Bentleys is gross, Navigator matter shit, rhyme shift
More definin than when planes
E-double S-E represent to the fullest
The mic is like a nine homeboy, don't make me pull this
Trigger if you figure that you can hang with us
Ese Sicc in
and hustle"
"Its a Uptown Thing and we bout it"
We been bout it, you know we bout it
{Verse 1: Tec-9}
I'm bout to line all you bitches up in single file
they line
I think you better get outta town, or real with mine
And I ain't fin to be laying it down, Guerilla Maab collide
Or fuck around with the Maab,
Yeah
Now go ahead and gather
Every motherfucking rapper
Line 'em up I'll knock 'em down
These bowling pins about to scatter
I won't spare nobody
like I never made it
Like I ain't got heavyweighting
Pussy boy don't ever play me
Double drugs, serenading
Slugs in ya marinating
Two gloves, Gary
bought another crib, nigga going all out
Used to love attention from the models but I'm bored now
Clubs I used to stand up in the line, I'm on the board
the line
Gets harder in the daylight
Trying to get the words out right
It’s like my mind don’t know which way my body’s going
Maybe it’s a little late
climbing to the top watching the towers from the canyon
the faces i forgot and all their lives that i abandoned
could be forever ago, tomorrow, lines
than
A motherfuckin' Christian
True, young Prof is a baller
You can call the hater line
I'll pick the first caller
Sunk so many rappers i'm a sure father
when the eighties sky
Knife work in his chest then pull
It out like Katie Price (Khalaas)
Grab my stick, double tap it
Won't see no light (Khalaas)
you ain't even 'bout that action
Stay up in your place
I'll aim this AR at your head
And it's gon' line your face
Bitch nigga, yeah
I'm COS and plus I'm
done them civvies
It was a close call
See me in the Benz, double C's on the creps
But you'll never ever see me on no fence
When it comes to glides I'm
double Grey Goose
Trey deuce in the bubble goose
Hundred proof, who the fuck are you?
Came through with a Brooklyn face
Jordans on his feet and a Crooklyn
I can hear it all in your tone
You gone off Patrón
And I'm in your head tonight
Fuck it, I'm all in your bed tonight
I double back if the head is
yeah
London Kid took bite of the big apple
cs soon as I touch
You know iMac
Women on my iPad all be all on my lap
I give her the double tap
I should call
flames)
Niggas tryna come around now
Niggas tryna leech (Niggas tryna leech)
She with me if you see
Double-R's on the fuckin' seats
(On the seats)
For all
they gon' be left with is inner tubes
When I energise I'm a double A
Nearly took a life got a NFA
Look into my eyes, I'm a runaway
Say if I'm in
em in the face now
I hit that line
Bitch im skuff bitch ain't no checking off
I know Lil Key gon knock em off
Soon as i point em out
Say she riding she
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