Lyrics:
been doin' this for years, see we done
Raised the masses, no passes, we'll be givin'. We don't want y'all in the hall
Curtis Blow show these youngins how
the a shoppin' in Lenox mall
Gotta get fly squad ready to ball
We thinkin' 112 or maybe even visions
Drinks at the bar like baby what you sippin'
Then she told me
Yo welcome to tape 2 everybody
I'm so blessed to be back with y'all, man
Shoutout Stew, Stew the glue obviously
Putting this, putting this thing
there man
Spirits man, it's a spiritual thing
[Bizzy Bone]
How can I make the spirits understand
That I am just not to be tested by the outer man
nigga, attackin' ya.
These 4-5 hollow tips will have you backin' up.
I only do my dirt at night like dracula.
I'm wanted by the feds, these
casualties, man,
that's what I'm sayin', I want us to get in,
and get the fuck out...
[Tragedy Khadafi]
Before the 112[?], to the U.S.A. building in
And i aint 'tryna eat you up it ain't lunch time
Just 'wana vibe with you one time
'Cause you too bad to be by yourself
You too fine to be by yourself
You
out and by now you should have your proof
This the last track on this joint man this ain't no interlude
Yeah, I be running up checks
I don't know why
Baila by Renay
By Renee Asteria Penaloza
Verse 1
Esta noche es la tuya hay que disfrutar
Muévete como querás no te complicas
Y déjate llevar por
into your head right’’ I be like true
Verse 2
Y’all niggas be fascinated by small things we got families that hate on each other wanna kill each other
Me and you been talking for a while that’s why I fuck with you
You give me too much and I still can’t get enough of you
Every time I feel
matter to you
That Outkast we got that skunk for y'all
Keep that pump for y'all
When I'm in the mood I rock the S Dot tennis shoes
As a interlude, I
neck and wrist iced all up
But y'all should be inspired men
And wake y'all up
And prepared you to look like
I won't break y'all up
Haters stand by, wit'
our's, bitch-ass mothafuckas!
It's like that y'all
Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all
W.T.C. son, we back y'all!
[Interlude: Cappadonna]
It's The Odd
without a mic
1000 miles an running for that paper why im out of sight
Brand new exotic bomb
New Raw wick look like dynamite
Yea the scale right
Its 112
count big face and straight laces by the hundreds
Ragtops and big blocks, gettin the money
Sippin X-O Hen, and I get it for the 1-10
In
we comin to get 'em
Unleashed by the disaster and you see these
Little brothers thinkin they weathered the bible's evil-minded women
But the chicks
of the greats
Somebody called in the silverback,
They fucked by the movement, Matilda raps
Bitch I don't hang with monkey bidness
Crushing skully's and I dump
200 thru Zelle (what)
112 in the mail (oh yeah)
Multiply by 2.5
A1 put a ni**a up for real (that's love)
LA sent a buck a piece
I’m double dutching
now I'm in the view of millions
Takin' interviews
I got interludes better than your singles
And if any of y'all want a piece of the God
On 12 25 we
interludes for the reachers
The heavy hitter that wasn't embraced by homebase
Couple tones I'm switching between somehow
I make 'em blend like an ombré
Thrive
The freeway gettin' chased by some bad bitches
Wantin' autograph pictures (ooh)
They want my name tattooed on 'em
Thinkin' for a minute, hit that ass make
The freeway gettin' chased by some bad bitches
Wantin' autograph pictures (ooh)
They want my name tattooed on 'em
Thinkin' for a minute, hit that ass make
thoughts more sincere?
Dock Winters: [00:00:25] Aged masked by an elderly spirit rhyme poet. paint pictures so vivid How I sacrificed my life for Family
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