Lyrics:
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
home like the back of my hand
You finally calmed down
And I was upset that we had missed Saturday Night Live
We came back in, and you told me
To look
of ???, nah, havin dinner in bed, tie
You up an pop it in yo mouth, say you get the down an, have em yellin an
Screamin but you told my tank dawg nigga
that what they're still yellin'?
Nigga G to a T saggin' and bailin'
Live by the gun, you know what I'm sayin', Ren? (Yeah)
So I guess I'll die by that
friend watch who you call round
They’ll kick in ya door and lay ya ass down
Now you losing weight they took yo last pound
I was raised right you see it in
Make sure all choppers cocked, start a quake, shake the whole block
Take the tip of the jo, kick down the front door
Run from front to back bustin',
Oh yeah ugh
Chain swing heavy metal
Though her name wEas Sarah
But I'm dancing with the devil
This a rock star lifestyle
Oh I pray I make it
I just
(Cole, you stupid)
Look, you told me never let this get ahold of me
You hate to see me hurt you want to hurt someone for me
Way too down
what there still yellin'
Nigga G to a T saggin' and bailin'
Live by the gun you know what I'm sayin' Ren
"Yea"
So I guess I'll die by that muthaphukka
low duck bullets and 5-0
On the corner Badlands yellin bajando (bajando)
narcs wrong wayin down the block in the Tahoe, see
I was tryna get that MVP,
Jamaica, with alibis
I be flyin' by bitin' down I'm flying high
Hatin' ass niggas gotta die
If they mad then I'ma let them try
I could kick a door, or I
and the downs are plenty
When you talk with the girl that you always desired
You busted a move but the move backfired
When life puts you in the little
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?
(With
Put on my slippers walk out the front door
It's the GLC everybody lets go
One two three to the four
I wear my Pyjamas when I goes down the store
Put
at the door
Are you ready
1-2-3-4
3-2-1 what I meant to say
But it's okay
I'm gon deal with it
Gotta be real with it
I been feeling low
But I try to stay
Can trouble the lives surrounding me
Loving the vibe the sound the beat
Stuff it with rhymes that sound unique
A subtly sly astounding feat
Jeez, allow
your outback friends will play
Three wide steps take you to the top, where you are greeted by a bright yellow door
Bursting with character
checked out and was using you like amenities
The Holy Spirit convict me when I act menacing
(Yeah)
Down by the river side where it's riveting
(Uh)
Blowing
When the world burns, before we start from scratch
We can dance by the embers
One, two, three, four, I want you, we know
Pitch it to the boat man, leave
, get the last laugh, hah,
No future no past we live for the right now
Want us to pipe down,
But this is what life sound like when thugs cry
And I
and lease the whip
But If you gotta stunt
Then shop by the residual
But take a hint from me
And start ya LLC
Take that Jordan money
Make it mortgage money
a Leek
Put me down with Pete, I chunk the deuce up and hit the street
Take her by the strings of her heart and start up a symphony
Shame that shawy hardly
jeans, they in my pocket
Twenty-three bitches on the sand yellin', "Not it"
Tell me, fuck is a tab when a nigga always got it?
My ex woke up to a rare
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