Lyrics:
want to be down with my business, we meet up
Schemin' like a demon on the couch with your feet up
Playin' like a summer may stain by far
Got mad I had
the streets and don't speak
Like your teeth in a glass
Know when you're heated and mad
But you get no reason to pass
Cause I feel like teaching a class
How
and red cent (true)
Monopoly is real life when you're fine
She the head of the game (who she is?)
Yo, my homegirl Money Jane
I hope you witness
a bitch, maybe he's right)
You come around when you're broke
And you leave when you're rich (leave when you're rich)
But the dumbest thing that you could
bad, but you’ve given me hope
I lose my mad when you’re stepping in close
Bruise regret when I step on your toes
My bad
I know what I said, but I didn’t
What you wear or what's on your feet
Eat the foot long and when it
Kick you get six more feet
Yo, I twist the pure leaf
I just got in some new shit
Dawg
remember when he was a rookie, a tough cookie
Beatin' down kids for playin' hookie
You see Roy is the type of ne-gro
With a alter-ego that's illegal
never change
And I pray we stay the same (turn the beat off ya)
Fame changin' everybody 'round me (yo, yo wah)
Ok, good business with mad friends
class)
Ship sinking fast
(Bon voyage)
See you at the bottom when I spot um
Grab him by the throat and say aaahuuumm I got 'em
What's up my brother?
What's
And you gave me a CD with mad beats
Nah, but time had passed and you kept
Hey, yo, hit me, these fucking beats
Yeah, 'cause we was also
And then
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
dirt too
In yo feelings, cuz you know I move just like you
I know you're mad that I'm smart enough to pull an u on u
I pulled an u, I pulled an u, I
Wild Child
When then you're not representin' with the LP
But if you're not supportin' hardcore hip hop
Then you're not a real hip hop MC
Yo
Wild Child
When then you're not representin' with the LP
But if you're not supportin' hardcore hip hop
Then you're not a real hip hop MC
Yo
(J-J-J-J-J.R)
Bust it ba-by
Ayy, can I please talk to my bust it babies real quick homie?
Let me bring you in my world (Plies, Ne-Yo)
And let you
Dammit I show flows and poke holes that's supposed to be yo'z
Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine
Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x]
Now
I got a new attitude
I'm that type of dude
You walk in the room
I get mad at you
You're so jurrassical
That means you're old news
You got some old
nation wide
Are you mad?
If you ain't heard about me, you must be nuts
I did the damn work
If you're talking the hardest
And Rotten don't come in your
that inspired my game
Hopsin and Eminem, Tech N9ne the great
Logic and Royce, I'm honestly poised
I'm tryna meet all the greats from Detroit
By all
Deal with the matter like Skibba
How's he gonna feel when I'm shattering his liver?
Black boss, you're afraid, I'm gonna pull a River
Fourteen,
your housing
Yeah, it's raw lingo when the king go
Dutch link, nuts big as shit
Taste the rainbow (Ayo, yo)
Put your paper up and threaten shit
Or tie
they ask me
What I keep a pistol fo'? I say
Without it I feel naked as a stripper ho
Thats how it is when you was
Raised by some triple OG's
The first
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
never change
And I pray we stay the same (turn the beat off ya)
Fame changin' everybody 'round me (yo, yo wah)
Ok, good business with mad friends
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