Lyrics:
continua
Struggle never fold
Alchemist limitless
In the flip....mode
Ludacris when
The Clipse Crush Cold
Slick Rick
Big KRIT
Q-Tip
Bun B
Pimp C
Big Gipp
Lil niggas claim that they're talking the hardest
Wouldn't even get booked for the gigs by their fathers
Out here tryna live the life of an artist
to tip(q)
In gangways where cats that rhyme the same way
Spending nites over Egypt to learn a brave day
Paint a picture of the ghetto like JJ
You the Ray
the money, save the bullshit for the Q-Tips
Swag is the coolest, my bitch is the rudest
My jeweler is Jewish and my wrist is the bluest
And I get it poppin'
In Q-Tip's basement, I first met JD
I still remember the first beat he played me
He came to the Chi late three that was crazy
Didn't even know me
to tip(q)
In gangways where cats that rhyme the same way
Spending nites over Egypt to learn a brave day
Paint a picture of the ghetto like JJ
You the Ray
Yeah, going out to Showbiz, Whiz One, Lord Finesse
Jazzy Jay, my man Q-Tip, KX, yo check it out
Check one, two, no one to run to
I Catch-22,
species is
I'm sneezing glitz while you just ride on my trapezius
Lemme get this ring in ya ear like a q-tip
But this no quest MC this no fluffy stick
less people with
Snapbacks and tattoos
The furthest from bad dudes
They've just been corrupted
People say I sound like Q Tip
Keep you on the up tip
kept, never quack
On the Q-Tip I quote, I throw lines like a quarterback
A monster, murder motherfucks like Manson
A madman who mutilize men with 9-M-M
MTV with Kurt Lod'
With the Q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks
Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle
You the type of niggas puffin in
tips, massive damage
The path was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon
Chipped up, live by morals, don't get it mixed up
Diss what? Millionaire
on yo, no equal) --> Q-Tip
You know we're number one
Competition is none
[ VERSE 2: Psycho Les ]
The wiggedy-wicked Psycho Les drops it like a lunatic
To your chest and watch the mic get ripped
Mad Skillz, Extra P, and my brother Q-Tip
Huhuhuhuhuhuh like the Doc Bruce Banner
Hit you with a ray which
To your chest and watch the mic get ripped
Mad Skillz, Extra P, and my brother Q-Tip
Huhuh like the Doc Bruce Banner
Hit you with a ray which is
listening
Can boost this scene and do sick things to
Human beings acoustic screams like who kissed Gene
My news hit streets like Q-Tip beats so view big
the tone of beats and poems
Polo's headphones becomes a skull and crossbones
Pull out your Q tips clean out the earwax
If you're still hard of hearing,
make you silent
I'm whiling a cobra the king bring a mansion for me
Golden tips on my dreams going over the seas
I'm laughing at haters like I'm
gave her the tip
I do what I do did what I did
Most of my niggas forget to forgive
My squad some monsters we kill with a grin
After the sin go
gave her the tip
I do what I do did what I did
Most of my niggas forget to forgive
My squad some monsters we kill with a grin
After the sin go
feel like I lived twice
Diamonds on my wristwatch lip lock
I could hit a button drop the tip top
Nigga talking shit until he get pop
Yo music pussy
niggas is too, it's top dawg Q and my niggas hounds
Got heavyweight fashion this drip come in pounds
Can't tip toe I'm the biggest stepper around
No
You on the tip come/ for a ride bro
No action film/ but call me commando
Hot boy Q/ cruising in the fly car
Jamming some Shakira/ nitr nitr nitro
Block
Aynjewl Faycc
I.Q. mutha fuckkaz (uh)
I.Q
Yo yo yo yo
Yo
You hear the sirens
They gut you signin’
They gut you hidin’
Peekin’ outside wit chor fake
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