Lyrics:
and that's not who we are
We be getting checks and you not up to par
Want to play this game, Well bitch I don't play by the rules
I get bright and early, all
gave him the gas face
And this ain't got nothin' to do with a scale
Or bein' gay, little faggot, but by the way
Thoughts are gettin' darker by the day
to give you everything (oh, let me be)
Let me be the one that's always in your dreams (I wanna be the one)
Let me be the one who be right by your side
down, I sell low for ounce
See this for adults who say where you from
If those hoes who gonna make me cum
With them fuck niggas we don't fuck with them
J5
Find out who you are by the company you keep
As kids we saw things that no man should see
Same time, there's nowhere that I'd rather be
The Young Ladies
We Got Rhymes Galore And That's A Fact
And If The Satisfaction's Guaranteed To Cause A Heart Attack
We Are The Best As You Can See
So
that, youknowhatI'msayin?
Night is in the air
Enemy.. on the borderline
Who'll be the next to fire
forty-one shots by Diallo's side?
You said he
And this ain't got nothing to do with a scale
Or being g-, little f-, but by the way
Thoughts are getting darker by the day
I'm a combination of Skylar
[Chorus: x2]
It's the J you are A
Capital S another S I see
Five MC's in the flesh
Bound to catch wreck
Hit the deck
'Cause we'll pop
all around me
There's something I can feel
Are you Real?
I'm not sure about what's inside
My lungs are filled by the blood of life
Who are you?
I'm me,
Ricky Ross (The Boss..)
T-Pain {J-J-J-J-J.R.!}
I got a fresh line-up (yea), a fresh outfit
Bout to have the parkin lot on smash
Plus I got
who u Are's
Vegiet wat j is dans van j's lus
Lag van j kan...
Hoekom stop die music ek sê auwê slat my man
(yeah)
Just, j-j-just dance
Dance, dance, dance to the rhythm
Get it in 'em, no sittin', who you kiddin'?
It's fittin' that they call Mr. Kardinal
(yeah)
Just, j-j-just dance
Dance, dance, dance to the rhythm
Get it in 'em, no sittin', who you kiddin'?
It's fittin' that they call Mr. Kardinal
down, I sell low for ounce
See this for adults who say where you from
If those hoes who gonna make me cum
With them fuck niggas we don't fuck around
will distract
Your attention away, from the rest who say
They can mess with Cool J the best of to-day
And best 'cause the rhymes are so funky fresh
Are you ready baby?
Are you ready?
Then get the fuck up!
Lemme hear some noise
There's definitely not enough people on the fuckin' floor
I'm top 4
And that includes Biggie and Pac, who-
And I got an evil twin, so who do you think that third and that fourth spots for?
And as crazy as I
celebrity is you
I've swooned at Mia Farrow
Angular and narrow drove her Pierce Arrow
(12) to a Gatsby Review
Tho frozen to the marrow
Who would dream
point
We are all born superstars
She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on
In the glass of her boudoir bonsoir!
"There's nothing wrong with lcving
Who you
You are listening to what's presented by that Fiya B
Rapping with that trapping mixing with all that J-A-Z-Z
I know what you're wanting in an artist
talking off
And getting egged on by A&Rs who, soon as your shit fallin' off, they walkin' off
And if you rappers diss us and ours just know that you dead
Ge, geah it's the J are O
The whole world love the way I, flow
Puff 'dro but I don't sniff, blow
Alkaholiks make dough oh, no
Now you know you love
[Brother J]
From the stars we are born in genetics
Anti-semetic? Ridiculous, chill
How you gonna copycat the pyramids filled
when a nation wears colors in
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