Lyrics:
Its not
ay ay ay ay
turn the lights down a little bit
turn my mic up a lil bit
yall ready yall ready
here i stand a grown ass man
all by myself
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
da-ay, sta-ay for the wa-ay that I spra-ay
Sa-ay, you gotta pa-ay, that's ya-ay and ay-ay
Bumblebee tuna, (*Growl*)
Don't be smelling like it if your
Woah
Bet ya didn't know that
Now I'm back like kodak
And I know that
Bouta to run up the game like I own that
Ay ay
What did ya say
Do ya wanna say that
ya kids see-saw go up I see four blow up Check
these diamonds, No flaws show up My niggas clap up parties, shoot tour shows up
What ya'll know bout
when I'm outta ink
My iPod mind is infinite, never outta sync
This the revolution, please raise ya hand t' your line
The execution of the rappers that
(yeah), Maya Angelou
Now I'm ramblin' (oh my God)
Take ya panties off and make a man of me (yeah, yeah)
Thick and juicy booty like a manatee (whoa)
Man,
no way for you to take it back
Get outta my head, you got a lesson you got lessons to learn
They coming for ya
They coming for ya
Don't you know
They
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
Buck:]
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
[Young Buck:]
These Niggas Want Me Dead
[D-Tay:]
Betta' Watch Yo Step
[Young Buck:]
Puttin' Prices On My Head
[D-Tay:]
up
So I ain't got no time to waste
Don't want a watch with a diamond face
I wanna watch through a scope
Head shot from a mile away
Ya head pop like
could ya step outta my bed
Matter fact could ya get outta my head
Ima bouta really flip out in this place
I have got to really dip outta this place
I
lie
I am blessed so very blessed
To have you by my side
From head to toe, ya got me hypnotized
Looking like a snack, ya got be satisfied
Got me drunk
right now (Uh)
Run the pack out right now (Ya yahh)
Run the pack out right now (Ay)
We can bring the racks out now (Racks out)
We can bring
boy
You ain't on my level don't be silly boy
Better get it in ya head, better drill it boy
Every syllable, drill it like Illinois
But I'm repping
Never lackin' hm, only
Thing I lean is my feet
Michael Jackson, hm
Billy bounce in jeans when
Koto get to snappin'
Ay, this is Koto and a eight-zero-eight
KYWN got the tunes
Dream chaser, got my head way in the clouds
Family and friends rooting for me, can't let 'em down
Got a vision, and I won't stop
gotta deal
You gotta deal
You gotta deal
You gotta clock it
Watch ya six, don't get outta pocket
Hot orange, thats the lewk, as you were
Looking good,
do kill ya in the next few minutes
Just remember, my nigga, there's a heaven for a G
Ay, ay hold this right there
I'll be, I'll be right back, I
the head, and you know that's a fact
Ay, yuh, bitch get the fuck out my way
Stay in your motherfucking lane ay yuh
I take your clique, I take your game
Take
my competitor's car
These niggaz runnin 'round talkin 'bout they better than moi
When I'm done all that's gon' be left bitch is ya head and ya bra
you off that
Chronic too
I could switch it up,
Move how sonic do
Was all in love
Writing sonnets too
Feelin' chopped and screwed
In my head,
Like run it
But you get outta line, I'll cut you off
Treat ya like a jig baby you know what it is
Don't fuck with you kids, I make sure I'm on my bizz
Juugman
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