Lyrics:
Why Dave died as a child?
Baby Joe got shot in front of his child
Wonder why a flag a part of our style?
Wanna get out but wonder why that I can't
the iron smack up yo' body
Then you pass out, I pray to God for peace
I done best to get my black ass out of these streets
But y'all don't listen 'less I
you know what I've been up to
Killin' y'all niggas on that lyrical shit
Mayonnaise-colored Benz, I push Miracle Whips
And I am
(Here's to the Roc)
move your key by the crawler
I'm the one sippin' weight couch the balla
You'll niggas is hustlin' backwards
Come see me withcha all
They don't wanna
to find me
And if you know me
Then you know where I be
I'm smoking weed
Under the sycamore tree
All I wanna do is smoke a lil Chronic
Can I get witcha,
Wake and stop its just the begining
You ain't never gotta ask again
Baby this is what we do
[Verse Three: T.I.]
Now, e'rybody wanna be the king
If you wanna say the word is bond
Word is bond then I attack like ninja hunter
You rhyme soft like the other hunter
Heather Hunter, fake a gang bang
gentleman is going to be famous.
Knox: I’m sure you’re right, Mr. President.
Roosevelt: So, Attorney General, Knox, to what do I owe the honor of your
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
Uh, dear Mr. President
Whats happenin'?
I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
at me now'
Hey Mr. DJ (Hey Mr. DJ)
Can you play my favorite song (will you play my favorite song)
I heard it say it's gonna get better
We gon' make
to see you Guy."
Guy: "Hi Mrs. Tucker."
Momma: "Why don't you go for a swim with the others?"
Guy: "I didn't bring a bathing suit with me."
Momma: "Oh no!
like u know me
Don't come to me talking shit if you own me
I do this shit by my dolly
Ya fuck niggas keep on thinking tht y'all Made
I used to ball
autograph)
(Wow, I love you, I have all your albums, it's Mr. Nigga, I love him)
They stay on nigga patrol on American roads
And when you travel abroad,
Those are facts so I don't wanna hear
All this big money shit like
You be hustlin' matter of fact
You say one thing I don't like tonight
I'ma be petty
Hopin' that it don't get shut
By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up
My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one
My
trying to pass our days
Why are we so shiesty, got to see!
I'm dead!
Then do it!
It's hard to reach you!
That ain't right!
It's Perfect!
(you're on the line girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from
Watchin' him get dragged away
If you wanna get this lil nigga back safe
You better do every motherfuckin'
Thing I say we got guns like the CIA
Fuck the FBI
their kids
Hey, why have drama
Nigga, your baby mama stay
Right around the corner
I could touch her if I fuckin' wanna
So why you wanna insist to diss?
I
of Fame
Mr. Marley, them know your name
Ragamuffin Mr. Marley in the Hall of Fame
When the music hit you, you no feel no pain
In Mt. Zion is where he live
that you are better cause you gwan boasty
I've got to keep on moving so them can't hold me
Di man shot the sheriff and him spare the deputy
Mr
You are listening to a Dominic Green production
How you doin' Mr. Boosie? (what up, man?)
I been here for a long time (who you is?)
I was here
I'm a Libra y'all
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
You wanna battle? Swing
I bring commandin' men like I was king
In all your dreams
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