Lyrics:
back to that internet page
New ways of making money but I keep old values
If you love me keep a picture of me close by you
And your wallet close
some east side niggaz and we runnin this shit
We some west side niggaz and we runnin this shit
[DJ Paul]
I'm from that Memphis 10 Bitch
Who gives a fuck
But Top Dogs camp ain't nothin' to fuck with
And don't say we didn't warn ya
I got this Detroit thang with more love that California
Drunk DJ
and the W
Eight, Chilly Chill, and DJ Crazy Toons
Sic brothers out to get paid cause
Nowadays you got to go for yourself or go broke
I'm living day by
(DJ Swift on the beat, CashMoneyAP)
(Mook On The Beats)
Ayy, I come from the Nawfside
You heard me? (yeah)
Whole lot of killin' whole lot of, you
the DJ plays my track you lost it The Raw stuff. I'm a hold the crowd hostage I rip Beats I rape Beats it really doesn't matter I like the beach was made
What it-what it exactly are we doin?
Don't play yourself
Reward yourself and tune in to
The 2017 BET Hip Hop
Award hosted by me: DJ Khaled and Dade
dj enuff
Just like 50 got that power
I take all my feelings and roll in sour
She loving that I'm smooth I'm a different recliner
Rip frost bitch I grew
else
Must've wrote this
But no ish
It's like God comin' down
To the pen when I rip it
God comin' out my mouth
When I spit it
God comin' out the sleeve
they're complex
I'll tie a duck MC up and pour acid down his lyranex
Chased by Him because his was his beginning
Federal Bureau couldn't even figure
[Immortal Technique]
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah
The game is polluted by rappers that are really snitches,
And most DJ's are nothing but industry bitches,
a secret that you cannot rip
My DJ's in a coma for letting the record-
That's it, that's the show you came for
Next time come inside we use a chainsaw
that grove
DJ's got the beat to make your body go, ooh
Everybody's checking as I start to move
It's 'gonna be our night
It's 'gonna be our night
Are you
time I blow smoke and
{Biz Markie}
(Can you feel it)
Blowin' smoke, bee
{L.L. Cool J}
(Woof, now you're cut loose)
Rip off the hand, open up
Yo (yeah) yo yo nigga
Rip that, rip that baby see'mon let's go
[Angie Martinez]
Headlines read, "DJ gets wreck to the beat"
Now here come
contributed to his inert ways
I seen him pull in 24 hour workdays
With deferred pay, undeterred by the word "shame"
Public humiliation was the worst pain
He
There ain't nothing like black pussy on my dick
Word to the motherfuckin' DJ Quick
I'm playin' hos like dominoes
Slappin' bones
AMG's
"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
You can act stupid if you want to
Never play by the rules, do just what I want to
Came up in this bitch tongue out without a front tooth
Now who
a villain, so why try?
Fuck a block, I'm throwing a Glock party
Daring niggas to drive by
I came to smoke a son of a bitch
That went for his but didn't pull it
lights, molly dreams, face down low
DJ screaming "last call", that liquor dark, that dick gone hard
With visions of her legs up in the air over your face
dark, dodgin' poison darts catch one in the left lung I hope that (? ? ?) by itself tracksmart. Act like a part of this you'll find yourself a victim
Six figure nigga
Numbers increasing
Play it by my rules
So it ain't no cheating
Asked could she hit the blunt
Took another drag
Then told her baby
to i've improved and learned so much more
The sweat by touch my coolness goes back into the pores
I just wear a simple t-shirt and my old blue jeans
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