Lyrics:
doing this ting
When I did my research
I've never heard of you in this ting
When I called up Buskin
He was like who are you in this ting
Wanna fake
collar cover the Cubans
She need pads like Ewing
I hope you know what you doin' (Look)
Some paid 4-5 serious
I come through, 4-5, serious
Slay got me Shade
of what we once were in side
In the back of our minds
And one day my son
Will look at me and say
"What have you done?"
You are a fool
You damned us all
the next generation.
They're going to be the next world,
you know, and we just want to say we are with them.
We're not preaching or anything like that.
We
smoking gas to elevate
Say hi to God while I'm passing by heaven's gate
Appreciate what I'm making here
What I'm doing in weeks people fake in years
You
best step back 'cause I'mma kill, I'ma kill
So, what you thinking, Mr. Raggedy man?
Doing all you can to look like Raggedy Ann
Check you out, punk,
best step back 'cause I'mma kill, I'ma kill
So, what you thinking, Mr. Raggedy man?
Doing all you can to look like Raggedy Ann
Check you out, punk,
it's absolutely stupid to spend your time doing things you don't like
And to teach our children to follow in the same track
See, what we are doing, is
smack
What you gonna do
What you gonna do
Baby
Kick your ass up
And like 15
Minutes
Minutes
Doing skipper
And uh
I'm tryna hit it
And I think
I think
It's mansions and fifty inch windows
Marble floors, tailor made suits
Lex Luthor, Ferraris, windows be bulletproof
Me work a nine to five, fool I like
throwing P's
While you stand with me
P-Town, charged up like batteries
Mo fuckers is So down
It's an understatement to gravity
Pour two shots for loss
your dial on 187
Now, some new music by some
Homeboys out of South Central here's ATL
And they called this one livin' like hustlers
Let me start it off,
"I’d like a playback" I don’t even say that
Like may you please? Yes I can
Get the butter cause I’m nuts with the jam
Damn
Yo, let’s get the money
Like
keep me in doubt
But, I think that you're out doing
What I'm here doing without
I don't know how long that I can put up
With what you're putting me
throwing P's
While you stand with me
P-Town, charged up like batteries
Mo fuckers is So down
It's an understatement to gravity
Pour two shots for loss
kill me, it gets deep nigga
So if you ask what I'm doing
I'm tryna duck the influence of my city that's blue-and, real talk, and
This is why they
where the cowards don’t go
You ain’t never met an emcee like me before no no no
What you doing at the bottom hanging out with the rocks?
Slanging
lost my head Nigga doin' all that hollin
I'ma chop him like some dreads
Baby Joe the biggest in this shit The fed can't even fuck with me
I'm a chemistry
a hand grenade
Let me tell you what it's all about
Tears are just emotional fall out
Johnny's so in love
Johnny's so in love with the boss's woman
Johnny
there are
Different little montage clips that
You make up in your mind
Like what a day in the
Life would be like once you're a fully grown
Whatever
cap they call penis and
Yo, with that, I can break fools
Especially when the posse is thick and got tools
Make me feel good 'cause they got steel
No
Spittin' like a lake in hell
But bitches like my God
Plus niggas flicking lenses on
Me like a tripod
'Cuz they know there's only one eye
Like cyclops
You
poppin'
" Just remember, last year this time
We were in a fucking cage, okay?
You remember i like to forget that
I say be happy with what you got
You be
and my feet in good...
Dirt Devils were crowding my head
With lies they spread
They'd convinced me of what fools know isn't true
Quick as an Outkast
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