Lyrics:
don't you have a mic
I'm sick of all the bloody pretending
You only gettin' airplay because the DJ's your bredren
Your mixtapes are still in boxes
Because
the paper, that's just the bottom line
I can't think! Mo' murder every day around the way
I can't think! I'd rather get paid and parlay
I can't think! It's
aint got nothing
To do with work
Check the list read between the
Tears who got jerked
Across the seven lands, seven seas, OMG
Time flies, DJ Lord give me
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
DJ RellyRell:
Turn the lights all the way down
DJ RellyRell haha, hahaha
You in your car, i need you to roll your
Windows all the way down
Turn your
Girl, I'm gonna take you on a date tonight
So put on your sexy dress and meet me
In my chambers by the firelight
This night is gonna be the best
a outfit
[Chorus: *cut and scratched by the DJ*]
People said his brain was infected by devils (3X)
Infected by, infected by, infected by devils
People said
Residents are fuming about di treatment
Diy say was meeted out to dim
By members of di security forces this afternoon
We tired of this inna we
[Jurassic 5]
Yo, we are no superstars
Who want to be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how
Watch it! WAR-NING!
Aiyy yo, aiyy yo, aiyy yo, aiyy yo!
I had to figure out a way to touch 'em
Expose the money and hoes had to rush 'em
Six by nine
sounds that be turnin't niggas into killers
I kill kill kill
(Prophet posse my nigga)
I murder murder murder
Hatas in my face
Watch a nnigga hurt
connection (Man)
What you know about that?
(You can't ask fo' no mo')
What you know? What you know?
(I'ma hit ya back)
What you know?
(Chorus) x2
DJ
(Dj Swift on the track) (Tahj Money)
(Mook on the Beats) yeah
I want everything
But I failed as a big brother
I let my mama down, I wasn't
and murder the scene o
I’m thankful for everything o
Oluwa dey do for me o
So let them know say it’s Iyanya
DJ Big N spin the thing o
Ah ah ah ah ah
When you
and murder the scene o
I’m thankful for everything o
Oluwa dey do for me o
So let them know say it’s Iyanya
DJ Big N spin the thing o
Ah ah ah ah ah
When you
Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome tonight to the river to
Square garden for the
Presentation of Acustico
A new work produced by DJ Myke and Rancore
ride out like the Lone Ranger, and Tonto
Ha-Ha
what's up Big Bob?
Big Swole
Jimmy, huh
Dj Daryl
Beats By The Pound nigga
'Maine
Big Mo
All my
freezone?
Everything sell China, by Jamaica
We money anuh nothing
Just a piece a pretty paper
People a suffer unu likkle traitor
Unu bloodclaat lucky seh di
a drive-by murder your whole click
See I'm a rebel without a pulse
Cause in my neighborhood you learn not to walk
Without a nine in your draws
It's like
and balancin'
Hard work, callouses
Gripping the challenge by the cabbage
And I'm blackin' 'til it's no longer a factor
Murder the murder the game, kill it
the skin of my teeth
Murder in my heart, I think I'm going crazy
I'm just holding on by the skin of my teeth
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey,
Yo, we are no superstars
Who wanna be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how bright we shine we're
straight up reality
Made by the streets, done by insanity
Drive-by, yes, it's the season
When the Ganxta kills for no reason
When an MC is slippin
Yea
Come on
You already know who it is by now
But in case you dont
DJ Kameo
Got the dope
Got the dope
Got the dope sauce all around me
Drippin in it
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