Lyrics:
the zoots by ounce"
Swear the tracks so loud, grab your tickets
Get the tour sold out
I put ten bags up on the table
Fuck the label, got the COD loadout
ain't fine
Smoking Zaza up in Houston while his main bitch give mind
I'm talking cash that rapper out, take his chain off and make it mine
He done ran
me, all night
What's the main trouble?
Even when I hope but when I don't hope
Making the road a displeasure in trouble
And old, making money
2Pac died
Puttin' dust in they weed, after they heard How High
KRS was the main one, I heard Stay Wise
Before, N.W.A., you never thought of drive-by
Hopping off my plane, finna grab my bag
Running on my main, 'bout to jump in the cab
She always be late, and she saying she trying to drive fast
talking that shat
'cause nuff cats pack then they die by gats
Is that self defense, or Common Sense
Kids with the dreams of a life sentence
No food or rent,
didn't ring, I am sir
A sweet young thing, once a romancer
I didn't really fancy her, so build equality
I get a beep downstairs from Y.Z.O.
pay rent, moms had that, monkey on her back
My main concern back then, was kickin funky rap
And fantasizin bout bein signed to Def Jam
Around that time
Same Saturday night same ‘ole crowd
Draggin' main to the Safeway then we turn back around
‘Til curfew and head down to the river's edge and get
the city of the mo
Man tho I'm a pisces its the tales of a scorpio
I wear Polo or maybe Isod
You pick the paradise its really by the bank wad
-Equipto
Shit
on the underground like there was a buffet in the main bassment/
Sometimes I be slaying for entertainment/
Im outclassing motherfuckers, without even having to weigh
and how they changing serial number to health
care
that's sold by Clinton to your moms
The Armageddon
With rebel forces dropping bombs like
Gather 'round in the main square
Come tonight my child
See the end of a sinful life
The end of mischievous lies
So I went among the crowd
fellows
Main thing, the creator of all these ghettos
Let go, my minds twisted like Keith
No disbelief, I got my eyes open on the streets
Where's the beef?.
and gender lame intender
Insane offender injure your main contender
Scared for nothing
Some niggas never really shared nothing
Here cousin
Bags on the scale
main topic
For thе watch, I left it
Plain, for the chain, i got it rocky
Niggas out here cappin'
They ain't really movin' things
Louis hoodie, Louis
one was as bad as me
Though I tried my very best!
Made my teachers all irate!
Puked from every thing I ate!
Got an F on every test!
Though Overselling
know my name
Its funny how things change smoking on this
I call it that Super Saiyan two Coupe
Who 'woulda knew
Gotta stay down and it could be you
street shit
She done had all of my dawgs
Now she wanna be main thing? She a eat dick
Lotta niggas woulda threw up if they
Ever seen a brain hang, but I
a whole variety
Blowing weed 24s I blame my anxiety
Cold nights in my cell you
Said you'd stand by me
I wonder if they believe them own selves
No assurity,
a mazza
Yo, yo my bruce let's rev that engine
My broski loves when I rap 'bout drill so he told me bark the skeng thing (fling it)
My other bro told me
Four-by-four, but it's fast and furious
I ain't never gotta build a line again thanks to my supporters
Who would've thought when I was sittin' in court
That I
You’re a sight
For sore eyes
You walk by people surprised
Time is now
Take a bow
The only word to say is wow
Gotta know
It’s a show
And the main attraction
_ "Every Little Thing")
.jpg/300px-The_Real_Thing_(1972).jpg "The Real Thing")
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