Lyrics:
Crackers want to sit me down cause
I'm a stand up nigga
Who got the game on smash? who
Got the game on lock?
You ain't on the game on nothing you
Just run
still lead off
Get a hit over second base I ain't second rate
The first step is dedicate
Second step is to elevate, time to elevate
Yo let me demonstrate
Main reason why I sip this codeine to sleep thru all of it
Skewee
Everybody, they'll smile up in yo face but in they head doubting
Ain't worried
from the land
If you got beef with a nigga
You go dick his momma down
Bitch I'm from the land
Load that muthafucka up every time you step out the fucking
get paid
They don't get to play, this whole game that we made
Put out a song, it could climb up the charts and yo bank account look like you sell
a go out like a rebel
Niggas digging they own grave
Somebody get him a shovel
Get yo lil two step together
You bout to dance with the devil
I'm bout
Ain't nothing changed
PE we be the same crew
Resurrection in the game here to save you
[Flava Flav]
Yo it's going down baby
It's going down
(stashed in the ceiling)
We don't give a fuck about yo' feelings
Fuck nigga, might end up missin'
(my indo missin)
I'm a trappa turned rappa, the story is
some Angel Dust
When I step into the dungeon shit dangerous
Dangerous
So Dangerous
Fake ass bitches can't hang with Us
You'll Get yo ass smoked like some
praise is like a rajah
I reckon, that crews that step over this way
Think life is a game and they just too pissed to play
Some say, on mics I'm a master
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
Timbo
Hey, Ne-Yo
Say what? Lo-So
Hey, hey
I'm a movement by myself
But I'm a force when we're together
Mami, I'm good all by myself
But,
rules to this shit, a step by step booklet
To get yo' game on track, not yo' wig pushed back
Yeah I make that coke leave, then make that shit come back
Hello?
Yo, who this?
Yo, this-
Yo, what up, man?
Yo, what's up, dude? Who this?
This is the Black Thought
Oh, what's up, G?
What's good? Yo
Hello?
Yo, who this?
Yo, this-
Yo, what up, man?
Yo, what's up, dude? Who this?
This is the Black Thought
Oh, what's up, G?
What's good? Yo
was as real as me,
You would never let another nigga step in yo yard
Makin money ain't shit to me
Cause it's in my veins and it gets to my heart
So I
brand my name
Will never be the same throw the cross up boy
This the set i claim not a blood but covered by it 2000 years running boy
This the warning
step, squabble up my dance
And I'm flyer than a bitch can't you tell I'm from the LAnd?
Tell yo hating nigga fuck him see him stalking on my gram
I can
the step
I got my nigga 6, like a 10-4
I been dope, Kinfolk
I just rolled a couple planes
I'm bout to elevate then up my game
Up my game, Up my game
I
a kiss
So yo, so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight and a half on the dope, ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
The way I play the game you
Think I'm smoked by the chronic
It's the Boy Scout
Stand for LBS from East to West
I'm still gonna bring it to your chest
My
ready for fame, so cope with the pain
Bitch (Lil' bitch)
Say "Stay in your lane"? Off
A road, in the ditch, Bitch
(Ayy, yo) came to clean up the game
You
you softly
How you gonna step to me kid? You grew up off me
TV, Movies, and Records and Tours
So many busters wearing Versace I don't wear it no
Yo I'm fresh out bits
They loving the kid
Thank God that I made it legit
Been taking risk
It is what it is it's my time
You can tell by the wrist
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