Lyrics:
to tripping, boy, boy
Boy, don't let me strap that clip in, boy, boy
Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy
My money up when them mills come
LA Reid with
a little deeper in the well
My daddy used to tell me don't be fooled by what you see
If you want to get to the heart of things you gotta look way down deep
all the prog
Ain't talking the Gram when I say that we live
Me and my niggas, we back on our bull
I used to think falling in love was the move
A little
Although my name ain't Martin Luther
But I'm considered the king
Yo, my beats pumped by the mic I clamp
I don't need an amplifier
My brain is the amp
I
(Spikke litt!)
Spikk a bittle little little litt
Just bit by bit
Outside my barndomshjem
You noticed all the fjølen
And everyone of them
Was spikka te
gain
Along with the death of my room to complain
Little by little I flexed what I built
But not all my sonic was covered in silk I was
Far from perfect,
Boy you are literally so fine that it's disrespectful
Like what?
Oh my God
Shawty say she want a pretty boy, pretty boy, pretty boy
Yea, pretty boy
fuckin Birdman
What about Silk the Shocker?
My name is Silk and ill shock you
Ive jus been shocked by Silk the Shocker
My little man can say ‘Daddy' now, so my drive different
Seatbelt on blinkers and Hazards I even drive different
Wheeling with my left, spin
that you with your family
My girl saw you with someone leaving the party
That's why I don't play with you
I spend a little time, don't stay with you
left LA
I drive by the Plaza where the gay boys pose
Stand in their windows wearing no clothes
I heard the screams of the dying dark
Through
a lot about stealing the sauce
But y'all little niggas my children
Oh my God snakes I can't fuck with
My niggas bringin' hammers they devils
We brought
Nite, yeah
Ayo kid, for years I've been into rap
Writing funky rhymes to get my name on the map
And by now I know I'm hitting
'Cause I say a rhyme
Diamonds
Represent for my peoples
Word up, kid
Tony Starks
Universal frontier
Original bloodclaat bad boys
Who come to get you, none, they want guns
Diamonds
Represent for my peoples
Word up, kid
Tony Starks
Universal frontier
Original bloodclaat bad boys
Who come to get you, none, they want guns
diet oh
Monica, come home to me, yea come home to me my dear
Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser
Make a little money, leave a little
helped me get out of Louisiana, just to help me get to Houston Town
There are people there who care a little 'bout me
And they won't let a poor boy down
lit dive
Just a femme fatale
Gonna make you beg and cry
Just a femme fatale
Don't try it boy
Am I in love
Or am I taken by a pretty sight
Do I feel you
[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, it all began like, bust it
My nigga City bout to bounce on a trip
We met some niggas with a lot of things they want em to flip
And silken bow strings two of three''
``If you have suits of the gay green silk
And silken bow strings two of three''
``Then by my body'' cries Robin Hood
of the field was this little boy, right?
I couldn't believe my eyes, it was midnight
Long black braid with his legs crossed, starin' at the stars with his
I wanna get down with you, boy you so damn fine
All i want is you, and give you all my time
I wanna get unda you, baby, blow my fuckin mind
I wanna
it's a pop fly
Recognition, little boy, yeah, I got mine
All the fake stuff, yeah, you can have it
Playing with me little boy, it's gon' be tragic
Yeah,
association)
Call me Miami haro haro
Cause this deals with the track
Blows my mind like oh chea
Yeah, that's wrong, but it's real
Fuck boys they know the deal
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