Lyrics:
track will be in ya ear
Like new wax/now max
And tell your neck veins to relax
I gotcha head noddin' 'cause your neck knows it phat
Check it out
(check)
The roof topless, I'm showin' my ass
I brought New York back ya niggas ain't got a chance
Remix!
We fly high no lie you know this (ballin!)
is for your movement this the boss anthem
This is your intro when you bout to land though hey yo
Pull up big boss open up the doors
What's up head nod
drop yet
Who be fuckin' with these DJ's? That's right I do
He tried to say what's up to Felli Fel and he walked right by you
Ya battle raps are garbage,
Yea (yea, yea)
Styles I hear you man
(Usher)
This it right here
I'm the King y'all know that
She the queen, came right back
(Yea)
Oh Remix
(Usher)
real motherfuckers, and I be hood Dre
I'm Tabius Tate, I'm like Will Smith
I'm a fresh price, and I fill banks
(Look, look)
Four-fours and big Glocks,
(real niggaz know)
The Truth!
(real niggaz know)
Will Smith?
Now you know damn well
The only air you belong on
is the one in Bell
Even though I don't
my style to the test, am I still
The best? They want the crown on my head, I said, "Chill
If you want me to murder this beat, then I will"
I'm
The Truth!
(real niggaz know)
The Truth!
(real niggaz know)
Will Smith?
Now you know damn well
The only air you belong on
Is the one in Bell
Even though I
shadows
First family, fifth cappo, micro to macro
Load it in ya head play it back slow
Act like you know, this is no drill
Murderous rap revealed goin
she Bad Boy
No Will Smith
Coughing like I need an ambulance
That's real piff
Lost ya arms in an accident
Still feel this
Ice all over my neck and hands
out the place before your
Heads get bit off
Like a car you will get writ off
In half you will get split off
I don't know where you been
Hearing that
I'm gonna' be judging the angels
The Saints will be judging the angels
But, that ain't for the now
Cause ya'll ain't ready for the yet, yet
Ready get
You know we had to do a remix right?
Ho, ho, ho, ho (Free)
All you Young Gunnerz
Hey Just', this the one right here, baby
I told you, dawg
You know we had to do a remix right?
Ho, ho, ho, ho (Free)
All you Young Gunnerz
Hey Just', this the one right here, baby
I told you, dawg
a black Smith-and-Wessun
Load the clip, bust lead to the head
The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead
Load the clip, bust lead to the head
tip top is the bottom of genius
Looking at hip-hop, I get pissed off 'cause I wanna be DMX, even a remix
And I mean this
'Cause what do I write about,
and Smif-N-Wessun
Pick up the pace 'cause we're right behind ya black
The punk got X-amount of shots, take one to your back
BOO-YAA-KAA!!! Mr. Ripper did
where your soul is gonna go when you're dead
And who will pay the price for crimes you've committed
Cus even though ya think your someone who obeys
Just by bein'
I have
Powerful paragraphs
Followers will become leaders
But without a path
Ya mentally paralyzed
Crippled ya third eye
Rhymes are blurred
Then it
I have
Powerful paragraphs
Followers will become leaders
But without a path
Ya mentally paralyzed
Crippled ya third eye
Rhymes are blurred
Then it
the check (brr)
We will never fall (yeah), as long as on the head (yeah)
Called my best dog just to ship out all the meds
I'ma handle all business (yeah),
of madona, got rid of cola
On my set we got light green lemon aroma
Escaló mi montaña, sin cruzar la raya
Más convencido, que yo nací pa esto
Will Smith
are the questions that run through my head
So, here it goes, first things first:
Who'll show Up?
Will they meet in a peaceful place by the lake?
cnd
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