Lyrics:
the inner city rules, conveying the news
Soon as the jam start the man's art'll jam parks
Slam so hard it remains a landmark
The rhyme that I'm styling,
P: bitch, this p world here, bitch, ain't man except me.
I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch
Here go the money. you
me and her we make money the same way
Four cities, two planes the same day
Those shows have never been what it's about
But maybe we'll go together
raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks.
So in a battle I be stabbin',choppin' M-C'ss like trees,
Piece-by-piece buildin' cabins.
I'm a maniac magician,
'Cause all of our vehicles, we dress 'em up
With television, Dreamcast, DVDs
Nice sounds, buttons, it's twenties
I'm a Cash Money Hot Big Tymer nigga
since he had a son
It been money on his brain
He ain't never been no lame
Try him put one in yo brain
He different he don't follow
He create his own lane
go and get your fucking gun
I'll have you begging for a
Double dose of percoscent
Your money bank if i touch you
And you don't get wet
We made a movie
all my temperament
No settling our differences
That bitch ain't a story
Mommy said I'm taking it
Unfollowed by most my friends
Started to feel like some
but thanks to all the haters
I know G-IV pilots on a first name basis
In your city faded off the brown, Nino
She insists she got more class, we know
You know how we do
Repent... take notes
Secret's in the flesh, no DVD hoax
I'm ill... no secrecy oath
Still from the Ville... 5 &10 crook
Been
by you in
The blink of an eye thinkin you fly
We'll choke you in the sink till you die
You spit lava rap, so holla back if need be
You'll burn if you
Rogers
Or DVD by Ashara Kwesi
And let your soul roam free
Amos Wilson told us
In the 70's of black poverty
Dreamz
Dreamz are realities that we see
I
[Intro]
I'm just a young boy, trying to get my money on
Making music in K.C., he-he-he-he-he
But Mitch Bade nigga's, wanna hate Techa Nina,
to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do
from the avenue
Maniac Lunatic and you know that I'm tellin it
Bitch's head in my way, you know that I'm swirlin it
So all you punks take your weak ass
Ain't smoking on booty this shit is gelato
Like Run up this money I'll
Run up this cake
He play w my money Put him in a vase
You Roll up that doja
I roll
Mississippi A-Town y'all niggaz wit me
They talk funny but them boys makin' money in New York City
Took some trips up to Houston be all the D-Town bootin'
Greg
I sit
The killer city committee meet and kill 'em in third
I'm feeling disturbed when a villain emerged
Now I'm chilling, I'm as vicious
stick up
But I don't want no money, I want your...liquor
I'm a homicidal maniac, I know
Clip full of hollows, models, swallow, gobble
Smoke mad lala,
to the top, taking the world of hip hop
By dropping the right words right where it's hot
Where are you now
Somewhere on your couch
Dancing by yourself
While
from the avenue
Maniac Lunatic and you know that I'm tellin it
Bitch's head in my way, you know that I'm swirlin it
So all you punks take your weak ass
brotherhood of man
We are worse than animals, we hunger for the kill
We put our faith in maniacs, the triumph of the will
We kill for money, wealth
pace city everybody money getting
The young is burnt out keeping up with the percentage
All my homies insomniacs
It’s work work work work crush pills
away from a predicate
That Pa-trуn's my medicine
Them stones blowin like they owned by Edison
I am on my better than, everybody tip
Walk up in the club
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