Lyrics:
solved by the abolition of MUSIC, chances are that most
people would believe him and think that the illegalization of this obnoxious form of
noise
dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin',
dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin',
niggaz that'll have ya noddin' like ya hopped out
3 Time for the O-A-Kiz-a
We folks all day
Ager, Sneek an the B.A.
Put him in the trunk wit
cut that ribbon (Snip!)
All these moon rocks I'm dippin'
Really got your boy straight wood grain grippin'
Comin' to the party need a plus one thou-wow
and everything he stand for
About this time he'd be on the corner
Slingin with a crackhead that be bringin
Sales to the building
Plus the bitch is fiendin'
I
That's what we live by, die for it
I got homies standing firm doing time for it
We have 5K1 [?] killers [??]
We gon bust that nigga, fuck that nigga!
with hard rocks (yeah).
From napalms to Uzi's I made G's (say what?),
them build up enough Luther by keys.
No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own
the club, she said pull up through a text
The other day you said that you could give it to me best
Well I just gotta tell you you don't gotta say too much
by woman and male
I rhyme about uprights upliftin the woman
For that are superior to handle by any male
Any time, any rhyme, any flow, and any show
by woman and male
I rhyme about uprights upliftin the woman
For that are superior to handle by any male
Any time, any rhyme, any flow, and any show
by woman and male
I rhyme about uprights upliftin the woman
For that are superior to handle by any male
Any time, any rhyme, any flow, and any show
that wrong was needed
Michael Jackson flow inside this bitch
I just need to beat it
I'm talking time
Hard work
Plus that dedication
I ain't playin
Ain't
extra ass bitch
Plus I keep a gat at arm reach
You ain't no hustler youse a car thief, nigga where your car keys
Crack topic, back block it
Oya dressed in gold
She got the game
By the throat
And she left it cold
Oya dressed in gold
I got the keys to her heart
But she has my soul
Walk away
to listen to that joint L made"
Word up
That's the joint you gotta listen to, why know what I mean?
Check this out why y'all
I got the key that fits
here, you know its like that
I went from hustlin and slangin' to bustin and bangin
I got to keep it real, so fuck not cursin when I'm sangin'
Now let
but
Your shouts is in vain
Cause you drowned out by the
Buzz that's surrrounding my name, you lame
The mic is something that you
Can't pry from me shout
you double up I can tell it all from the start
Day one
Teisha tried cuffing me like a mark
I told that chick to beat it
Discriminate with my cock
If
Aw yeah, yeah
I mean there's a lot of women out here that's just, you know
They just defensive in so many things, man
You missing so many key
uprights upliftin the woman
For that are superior to handle by any male
Any time, any rhyme, any flow, and any show
And if you ask my producers that we
life insurance policies, plus them stacks with mom's
Double up reinvest, throw it all in stock's and bond's
SP 500 just hit another, index mark
Day
you
Better kill that white boy"
And I don't know what race you are
You straight trash
We ain't in the same weight class
Plus you look like you wearin'
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,
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