Lyrics:
We the
Ones who
Made us
The life styles that we live
Radios'
Scared to
Play us
Life styles like this
Industry
Fools can't
Fade us
The life
ahead by a mile in a race
My style with both arms
Before I wasn't wanted like old garms
Even people around me doubt me will test
Even when you give it
Y a des wouh, wouh, wouh sur le plafond!
Y a des traces sur le plafond!
Overdab
Vous allez faire un overdab
Attention à l'overdab
Vous allez
The way you move be causing high tension
Got everybody paying attention
And this his your body me I like test run
I like test run
Screaming oh my God
I'd father boys in the hood cause I got furious styles
Switch base back to basics
No chess I pulled cards
Less of a joker
I only threw aces
No need
Test my luck
In a game that's rigged
Let us mug
Life is fucked
So let's divide
Let's get all out of it
O' eleven style
Show 'em sly mischievous smiles
classique
La technique est maîtrisée
Emploie des flows stylés dans
L'oreille du mec postiché
J'roule un vrai kamas
Pas d'kétamine que du Ketama
T'inquiète,
(Ay ay ay ay)
I just wanna be myself
Rapping my way and rapping my style
Wow everyone doubting me now
While I'm just gonna (Ay)
Be myself, be myself
dope,
Ness, a nigga that's fresh as the 'fess
Studied this rap shit, no need to mic test
You can feel it in your chest
Your B I, feel it in her
I assemble dope
Ness, a nigga that's fresh as the 'fess
Studied this rap shit, no need to mic test
You can feel it in your chest
Your B I, feel it
(Woy)
(Woy)
You can't test BDP boy (Woy)
So bust this down (Woy, Woy)
While I got your attention I feel like just
lettin off two or three lyric then
Studied this rap shit, no need to mic test
You can feel it in your chest
Your B I, feel it in her breasts
Plus you, rhyme like a nigga wit his nipples
on for style
Only the best can pass this test, let me check you out
In the midst of a fierce competition
Get a view from a better position
A little
a winner who has flavor looking on for style
Only the best can pass the test, let me check you out
In the midst of a fierce competition
Get a view from
niggas surin' to test
Weak niggas prove you ain't hard
Step with your ho-card, remind them of the St. Clair style
How we do it always, keep foldin'
style up close and personal
The first I find to violate, I shall retal-
Iate with realism for they whole local
To relate, we on point like decimal
test, si t'as pas l'style tueur
Est-ce clair ? j'ken qui t'amène, même devant ses supporters
En 247, j'te l'jette par terre, sans nique ta race ou autres
sum special, that'll set me out
From these whack dudes, who tryna slide with zero style
Listen up listen up, let me test my charm
I got that cheddar,
These guys wan be my bredren
Tell em no way
This girl wan be my second
Tell her no way
They clout chase for attention
Tell em no way
No way, no way,
style, nigga
("Fuck Jay-Z")
(I) Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the belly
(Lose) I
back)
We all we got, yo, know I want y'all do?
Yo
Hey yo stand at attention, raise your right arm, salute
Roll the carpet out, watch all the Bloods
pas rester tranquille
Et qui osent l'ouvrir avec aplomb XXX
Say DJ, say DJ
Style c'est style mais c'est pas
Tout style qu'est bon
Méfie-toi, clash c'est
We all we got, yo, know I want y'all do? Yo
Aiyo, stand at attention, raise your right arm, salute
Roll the carpet out, watch all the Bloods,
"Ready to rock this at the drop of a dime, baby"
"Master Ace!"
Listen closely, so your attention's undivided
Many in the past have tried to do
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