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of the nation and i'm losing my lunch it's a rip off and i want to see it exposed classic rock for balding farts who need to feel young plastic rock for snotnosed
instead of enslaved and depraved
waiting to be tortured by Ralphus(?) and sow(?) doom(?)
are you willing to accept me as your master
[CHORUS A]
I got
Intro (Siri)
And R.I.P. Dj Shay
Verse 1 (Grafh)
I just think how short life is, Uh
They probably give me my roses after they honor me
Stabbed me
in the Slum Village
Return of the Boom Bap with two million on the wrist
DJ Drama
Ayo, Tom Brown sale surrounded by drug paraphernalia
I dare you
on slim bitch might be fake
Whip the can am we go shred by da lake
I ain't tryna hold it baby I just wanna taste
Run the marathon if yo ass wanna race
Rip
by QC prepared me for the danger (hey)
My stick got a scope like a Texas park ranger
I look up to Mom and Mom only
I ran up a sack in some orange
tryin' to sell to a sprung lane
I control ya brain
[DJ Paul]
Now do muh niggas bust glocks fuck wit us Big see
It's the ¿buggaz? of the boat,
Niggas ain't have or function like me
Hundred grand chain, you ain't icy like me
R.I.P. to my nigga G-Baby
Got a gun seat behind me like my name Jay-Z
Who think they could rip any stank group of chicks
I come creepin' with a mask like a St. Lunatic
I'm a diva by day but when the clock strike twelve
Yeah it's Project Pat up in this thang
Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 Mafia fin' a rip it like it's supposed to be flip
the .4's by me
Diamonds up the piece it's all shiny
Still without a backstage pass the whores find me
And they know who the man be
Ice grill on the watch,
by Maurice Starr and Larry Wu
I think I-L-be , fifteen years of are & be transmitted outside Dudley
Plus the Bumrush specially celebrities
Aks
by Maurice Starr and Larry Wu
I think I-L-be , fifteen years of are & be transmitted outside Dudley
Plus the Bumrush specially celebrities
Aks
by Maurice Starr and Larry Wu
I think I-L-be , fifteen years of are & be transmitted outside Dudley
Plus the Bumrush specially celebrities
Aks
of you motherfuckers names
Simple and plain
DJ and DJ, wanna see how many hearts I rip
But you be friendly in the presence
Of a gangsta bitch
When you
the fold out covers
And the crazy illustrations
I got older and bought my own records
By thirteen I had three crates collected, huh
And that's my pride, no
me
I roll with Little Flip lettin' them hollows rip
Straight at yo chest plate I can't fuckin' wait
Until a nigga cross my path you do the math
I
était bête
Qu'est ce qu'on peut perdre du temps à s'mettre la merde dans la tête
Vitry sur Seine à vie dans le crâne je quitte le quartier mais pas lui
"I got ta" (Repeat 4x)
(I got ta) Pick up the mic on a soul tip
(I got ta) Run you down like a Polo skip
(I got ta) Rip MC's like a paper bag
(I
nigga
Asshole by nature, fuck it I'm Trey
Run that tank nigga like it's a relay
You really pussy that's what the streets say
Fuck who you know nigga, you
R.I.P.
If you fuck with me...Fool there's your def wish.
Geah, why'knowutumsayin? MC Eiht stepping to the mutherfuckin 91
My DJ mike T's in
pop that weak, boy, yo, I be bashin
Rip all your bull, to show that we're winnin
By blood, sweat, no tears, we're provin, not pretendin
We daze
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
pissy little cousin
Suckers are crabs, I grab 'em all by the dozen
You think you're hard with them hats and all that black on
You're not scarin' the X,
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