Lyrics:
Feelin like a rockstar
Opps getting popped hard
Never gonna stop my rise up
If I’m not going all out
Leaving myself no doubt
Tell me what the fuck is
(Can I get your autograph?)
The yellow cabs in the city would stop for me (yo, taxi)
I wouldn't need collateral to buy property
If I was white,
we rob
The bottom's red, cause I'm steppin' on the competition
I'm from the trench, aka no pot to piss in
Mr. Diarrhea, swear to God, I'm sick
Right about now
You are about to be possessed
By the sounds of
MC Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it!
It takes two to make a thing go right
It
Right about now
You are about to be possessed
By the sounds of
MC Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it!
It takes two to make a thing go right
It
I get the bread all in blood from my dad
You pussy raised by bitch he cappin like they hitting licks
Stop real quick they like the way the foreggis
don't chu dare to tell me to stop
Beast mode, stay on top of the food chain, can't never let them take my spot
I'm greedy devil, swear to god, I rob you
Uh
Somethin' new
Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop
Oh, no
That's how Ruff Ryders roll
Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop
Oh, no
killing us
Stop killing us
Stop killing us
Stop killing us
Tryna put a SKU on our life, yeah
Tryna put a SKU on our life, yeah
What you gonna do when we
Gettin' chased by a cop
He's got nothin' to say
Stop
Hey, you'll never get away
Breakin' the law
Quick on the draw
It's a stick up
I'm gonna
MAGA Cypher, MAGA Cypher folks
It's gonna be a beautiful song
Believe me, I've heard it
It's the best folks
DC Capital Lemme spit it slow
The Libs
Check out the drip
I’m sponsored by nike
My money crip
Might cop me an Audi
She call me bane
Cause I break her back
I’m switching lanes
Backseat got
stop!
Ok! So you've never heard of me, I am the reason that you've ever done anything creatively.
You sound ridicules! It's Rob fucking Bailey in
always use the extra cash
On the pitch I was fast, president of the class
RIP big bro, he told me never to relax
Took a trip upstate, West Point by
multiple reasons why you never owned up
Said that's on me
That's all you
Now you really wanna turn your back on me
Back off no
I don't need sympathy
Red moon
Uh
Somethin' new
Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop
Oh, no
That's how Ruff Ryders roll
Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop
Oh, no
There could never be a clone
I'm the only fucking god you're gonna know
I got them wanin' at my demonstration
Sorry for the wait
Show no mercy
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
numbers like 10
They stop ya, they're cocky while taking your rent
I can feel it, they're into my head!
Tailgate you move out of our lane
Red and blue
Gettin' chased by a cop
He's got nothin' to say
Stop
Hey, you'll never get away
Breakin' the law
Quick on the draw
It's a stick up
I'm gonna kick
or a Marlboro Red
Instead of that phone laying by my bed
I could just have one, maybe two
I just can't stop once I start with you
You'll always gonna be my
Girl, never write a check I can't deposit
She said, "boy, stop, let's go walkin'" (let's go walkin')
"You wanna be outside for this"
We just talkin'
for example
Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it
Everybody know (I'm a motherfuckin' monster)
I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert
for example
Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it
Everybody know (I'm a motherfuckin' monster)
I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert
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