Lyrics:
y3 Madina
Tema new town Borga in the building moko b3 tamor chale F your feeling
Worhi3 l3 0degrees kaa m3ni moko k33 bo mpadi we're chilling
Naami Ga
the grapevine you lookin' for me
Couldn't be, cause if it was you would be bookin' from me
Shook when ya see Nelly rollin' in the GS-3
Hangin' out the sunroof
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
the day I came out my mother's womb
I found myself in the operating room
Then the doctor spanked me on my behind
I didn't cry, the kid started to rhyme
heard the gunplay
"Who shot that duck out the window" Mr. Lee said
"Three pay now, you fucking weed head"
We can stop the finest suspect, he's dead
It goes: "six in the morning
Police at my door" at five in the morning
I was up in this broad
At four in the morning
We was out the club door
A few
on the whiteboard
And I’m headed for it (Headed for it)
Started out at 14 rapping every night writing in the car garage (Vroom)
Dropped 3 tapes and an interview when
DMC, we have a mid-thirties male found down, unresponsive
Possible overdose, substance unknown
Pulse is 60 and thready, respiration's eight
He's
you’ve been playing on my mind
and I do believe it’s time we got serious
HOUSE FOR SALE
(Peter Sando)
Down at the end of Sycamore Lane
there’s a three
nigga's pockets
I'm layin' 'em down
(Gimme that) And I ain't stoppin' 'till
You trapped in the safe
Now my base ain't safe so
We could skip three states
was the only group, after "Go Dave" that popped
We started throwin' parties, niggas thought we was rappin'
It was crazy 'cause nobody had more bitches
to the moves, I'll schedule more interviews
See my life like an interlude
Produced by God and it's voiced by God
Bet the sounds put you in the mood
Like
doin' it bigger
And thanks for sittin' down to kick it with your boy Big Tigger
Bus, you had an amazing career (facts)
But if this track snaps, then we
to drive by
With the windows down, music loud
Are we there yet
Tell me how
Across the timelines
And the skylines
And the multiverses
This verse is still for
know how we roll
Top notch whips that's
What I drive
24 inches rims and tires
Hatin' ass niggas can't believe they eyes
They starin' me down
We're one, two, three, four, five MC's
I'm Melle Mel and I rock it so well
And I'm Mr.Ness because I rock the best
Rahiem In All The Ladies' Dreams
Then my mind started taking me
Through all of my life
Flashback three years ago
I was in my college dorm
Flipping through Instagram
Looking for another
Whuddup'tho
Check it out, it's the end of the beginning
The end being of like10 years ago when I first started rapping
All I wanted to do was make
shout-out to my man
MC Homicide and DJ Fatal!
Twin one and two my man Milk!
My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew!
Y'all know how we flow
And I'm a drop it like
where i started sure ain't for me
the B.G.
that's the name I go by
test me
you die S Kangol why
hide out
at the club, slide out
ride out
yo'
deep down inside it killed me
Her and this nigga that schemed me out some cake, deep down inside it killed me
Criticized when I was fat, I developed
gangsters
Soon as we walk in the door
We get the party started
That means you fucking with gangsters
(Trippy niggas, nigga we don't give a fuck)
Hopped up
ain't know if I'd see daddy no more
By the time I was seven, we all moved out to the city
Southside, Minneap-, you know these trenches is gritty
Only
and down talking all around
Got me pulling tugging at her towel
Slow it down wanna love you down
Put the liquor down turn around
Its something we both
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