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She sucked me for a hour (whoa) Put me to sleep like a baby (whoa) She drive a black Mercedes (yeah) Carry a black .380 (yeah) She always say she taken (damn) That bitch always fakin' (quit playin') Every time I see her, I fuck her 'til she start shakin' Whoa I got nothin' but bad bitches on my roster (On my roster, on my roster, on my roster, on my roster) Got a lot of bougie bitches on my roster (On my roster, on my roster, on my roster, on my roster) I got nothin' but bad bitches on my roster (ayy) I got nothin' but bad bitches on my roster (ayy) I got nothin' but bad bitches on my roster (it's Gucci) Got a lot of bougie bitches on my roster (yeah, yeah) It's the Bricksquad boss and I keep spillin' sauce (woo) She got too fat so I had to cut her off Cut her off, cut her off, I had to cut her off Got a young bih' so fine, I had to buy the bitch a loft (wop) The leather so soft plus the top get lost (yeah) Two-fifty for the chain but I ain't the one to cross, not to cross It's Gucci Mane and Dolph His bitch a major groupie, he can't keep her in the house (damn) I coach my team Belichick, I put her on the bench She ain't suckin' like I told her to, she playin' with the dick (yeah) You know Gucci heavy money, I been stayin' with the shit (frrttt) My new college chick so super thick, my first round pick (it's Gucci, ha) I got nothin' but bad bitches on my roster (on my roster, on my roster, on my roster, on my roster) Got a lot of bougie bitches on my roster (on my roster, on my roster, on my roster, on my roster) I got nothin' but bad bitches on my roster (ayy) I got nothin' but bad bitches on my roster (ayy) I got nothin' but bad bitches on my roster (yeah) Got a lot of bougie bitches on my roster (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
To Annabel in Memphis It was just another day But her sweetheart and his buddies Died ten thousand miles away A Captain sadly walked the muddy bloody battlefield The smoke had cleared away and it was terrible and still In his pocket was a roster of the falling fighting men And the Captain had his orders, so the roll call begin Atkins Baker, Carter Calahan, Clement Jones, Johnson Moran McCoy, Perkins Rivers and Revere Stepherd, Thomas Wilson What can of you here The roll call was completed but no sign of life was there Not one man had answered not one accounted for He turned around and he walked away and looked up to the sky When he heard his own voice echo and the answer from on high Atkins (Here) Baker (Here) Carter (Here) Calahan (Here) Clement (Here) Jones (Here) Johnson (Here) Moran (Here) McCoy (Here) Perkins (Here) Rivers (Here) And Revere (Here) Stepherd (Here) Thomas (Here) Wilson (Yes sir, we're all here) We are present, sir and all accounted for
Ya Aye you know this The Art of Hustle On this album nigga, it's all about the laws, it's all about the rules, the shit that mean shit So today nigga we talking about loyalty We going back, fuck with everybody we started with Ya, they want that old Gotti flow so I went and got Drama Classic Memphis shit bitch we 'bout to do some numbers I get money with the Mexicans but I can't trust the runners So focused on the money it's like I'm looking through a tunnel Yea that tunnel vision 20/20 on you snitches Get popped go do your time or nah, that's against my religion Ain't no competition I'm the realest nigga in it Fuck your favorite rapper tell 'em I said it and I meant it When I'm in your city know I'm mobbing with them semis I talk that gangsta shit but pussy this is not a gimmick I want a 'Rari fuck a Hemi A Lamb fuck a Vet The realest in these streets awards goes to Imagine dat They gave awards to the real niggas Imagine dat They gave Grammys to the drug dealers Imagine dat My life a movie where the Oscar Imagine dat I got killers on my roster Imagine dat They had awards for the real niggas Imagine dat They had a Grammy for the drug dealers Imagine dat This shit a movie where the Oscar Imagine dat No rappers I got killers on my roster They give another award to a fuck nigga I might jump onstage like Kanye Got Taylor Swift and Beyonce, nominated what the streets say Fuck a Grammy I'll take a million dollars right now Free all the real niggas right now Hustler of the year Boy I move my momma out the hood I took my niggas out the hood I'm good in any nigga hood I'm good in any nigga city We fucking all these niggas bitches No security my young niggas with me Choppas and anybody can get it for real Box of baking soda trophy When you battle rap you get murked Niggas only need prayer in church Fresh to death red carpet hearse If Pimp C was the host If BMF had a set And the realest in these streets award goes to who Imagine dat They gave awards to the real niggas Imagine dat They gave Grammys to the drug dealers Imagine dat My life a movie where the Oscar Imagine dat I got killers on my roster Imagine dat They had awards for the real niggas Imagine dat They had a Grammy for the drug dealers Imagine dat This shit a movie where the Oscar Imagine dat No rappers I got killers on my roster
Your number one one one Your number one on my roster Oh baby don't you know you are (you are) The kind that doesn't mind to spend the time And gets good love from me And doesn't make demands and understands that I need room to breathe Her famous name and crazy ghetto love making she's a freak She's knows I like to switch it up With different flavors of the week But she hates it when she's on the bench Cause she play to win She wants the ring She wants everything She's the center of my team so I guard her heart Let's just keep it moving forward and you'll always start You play your position well And it ain't hard to tell That you're the number one on my roster Winning player with a winning team My line up is mean but you're still the number one on my roster The kind that likes to shop expensive things Her style is so unique She qualifies free agency but she chose to play for me And I can trust her in the clutch And all the time she's all I need And no I never said this to you girl You're my M-V-P She hates it when she's on the bench Cause she plays to win She wants the ring She wants everything She's the center of my team so I guard her heart Let's just keep it moving forward and you'll always start You play your position well And it ain't hard to tell That you're the number one on my roster Winning player with a winning team My line up is mean but you're still the number one on my roster The game's been good to me She's my lucky number 23 And I think it might be time to retire your jersey No more team second string It's time for some one on one It's safe to say my player days are done You play your position well And it ain't hard to tell That you're the number one on my roster Winning player with a winning team My line up is mean but you're still the number one on my roster
I ball on these hoes and I flex, did it on my own I'm in the cut with a TEC, this ain't what he want She just want the diamonds on my neck, she gon' catch a cold I just fell in love with her neck, I can't let her go I can't let her go 'Member when I met her in the trap, she was scraping bowls Whipping work, running from the cops, she was hitting curbs In the car, singing all my songs, she knew all the words Then I lost her Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa I just lost her Even tho I got all of these hoes on my roster Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa I just lost her, just lost her Yeah, I just lost her Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa I just lost her Even tho I got all of these hoes on my roster Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa I just lost her, just lost her Yeah, I just lost her Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa I just lost her Even tho I got all of these hoes on my roster Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa I just lost her Give me head in my joggers You thought these were Nikes?
I'm a fuckin' rockstar, bitch Every time you hear that "Yeah baby," than you know that nigga Wap on You can see my diamonds clear baby, 'cause you know I paid a lot for 'em Gotta crib in the Hills, keep a couple bad bitches on my roster Baby I'm the real deal, all these other niggas impostors Every time you hear that "Yeah baby," than you know that nigga Wap on You can see my diamonds clear baby, 'cause you know I paid a lot for 'em Gotta crib in the Hills, keep a couple bad bitches on my roster Baby I'm the real deal, all these other niggas impostors If you ain't gettin' money, I can not understand And if really need the money, then we jumpin' out vans, hittin' you and your man You ain't gettin' money, I can not understand And if really need the money, then we jumpin' out vans, hittin' you and your man Every time you hear that "Yeah baby," than you know that nigga Wap on You can see my diamonds clear baby, 'cause you know I paid a lot for 'em Gotta crib in the Hills, keep a couple bad bitches on my roster Baby I'm the real deal, all these other niggas impostors Every time you hear that "Yeah baby," than you know that nigga Wap on You can see my diamonds clear baby, 'cause you know I paid a lot for 'em Gotta crib in the Hills, keep a couple bad bitches on my roster Baby I'm the real deal, all these other niggas impostors In the cut, ridin' with the yoppa Ay, go to war for the gang, body dropper He a hoe if he tell, he a copper Used to geek off the pills, was a popper Pull up in that thing, and show stopper Disrespect the gang, I'm gone pop ya Way a nigga flowin', so proper Got a bitch, so bad the hoes watch her Every time you hear that "Yeah baby," than you know that nigga Wap on You can see my diamonds clear baby, 'cause you know I paid a lot for 'em Gotta crib in the Hills, keep a couple bad bitches on my roster Baby I'm the real deal, all these other niggas impostors Every time you hear that "Yeah baby," than you know that nigga Wap on You can see my diamonds clear baby, 'cause you know I paid a lot for 'em Gotta crib in the Hills, keep a couple bad bitches on my roster Baby I'm the real deal, all these other niggas impostors 2018 lil' bitch King Zoo motherfucker Squad, bitch
Du tror att jag inte förstår dig Du har sett så många platser Javisst det har du nog Du vet hur allt ska va´ Och trots det så tänker jag Finns mycket mera kunskap än du tror, än du tror Du tror du äger jorden som du står på Att allt blir ditt där du har gått i hamn Men berg och träd Ja, allt som finns omkring dig Har ett liv, har en ande, har ett namn Du tror att dom som du vill kalla mänskor Ska se ut och alltid tänka just som du Men om du följer spår du aldrig sett förr Kan du lära med ditt hjärta här och nu Har du hört en varg som ylar Under månens ljus En vildkatt blir en stjärnbild mot din kind Kan du sjunga högt med bergens alla röster Kan du måla allt med färger i en vind Kan du måla allt med färger i en vind Kom spring på gömda stigarna i skogen Kom smaka söta bär ur sol och jord Kom njut av överflödet i naturen Allt du ser har ett värde utan ord En gränslös värld för oss och alla andra Och varje litet liv ska va´ en vän För alltid ska vi tillhöra varandra I en kretsgång utan slut Här ser vi den Hur högt orkar trädet att nå Om du fäller det Vem kan svara då Och du hör nog aldrig vargen Under månens ljus För vilken färg vi än har på vår kind Måste sjunga högt med bergens alla röster Måste måla allt med färger i en vind Du kan äga jorden här Den får liv först när du lär dig Att se att det finns färger i en vind
I'll put his head in a bag (ha) I stay blammin' Yeah, that's me But you don't know I got a mans (ha) Gen5 came with the TEC New Jag 5 with the tags (ah) I was born ready, ho, red flag (ha) It was already up, been there (ha, ha) All my hoes on a roster (ha, ha) All my hoes on a roster (ha, ha) All my hoes on a roster (ha, ha) Jump out the coupe, I might hit up my dental All of these hunnids, can't believe I'm a felon There go my shooter, you know I'm rebellin' Callin' my vibe, she handle my whips Charge my ho a fee Charge my ho Charge my ho a fee Charge my ho a fee (charge, charge) Charge my ho a fee (charge, charge) Charge my ho (schyeah) Charge my ho a fee (schyeah) Yeah, ain't talkin' publishin', I'll pay the fees for my Gs (straight up) Hermes trays and Cartier sprays, I got a whole case for the plane (woah) Ain't no budget, I'm buggin' That bitch say you spent twelve million on the stage just to rage (ha) That's just play money, ain't even playin' Still remain I'm blocker La Flame Ain't chargin' the game, I'm chargin' that ho a fee Charge them hoes a fee (woah, woah) Charge them hoes a fee (charge, yeah) Charge them hoes a fee (woah, charge) Charge them hoes, woah (charge) Don't do dumb shit, yeah Don't do dumb shit Don't do chicken shit, yeah Don't do cow shit Charge them hoes a fee (woah) Charge them hoes a fee (charge, charge) Charge them hoes a fee (charge) Charge them hoes, woah (charge) Thumb through the hard as shit, yeah Thumb through the hard as shit Poppin' mad shit, yeah Poppin' mad shit, yeah
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Nothin' but shooters on my roster Ain't worried 'bout no stick up, I'm the one that do the robbin' Gucci print stamped on my jeans with all my profit in my pocket Too much money for a wallet and I ain't made it to college But still can hit up Johnny, smack the bank, blow the deposit Hit the gas, I'm on they ass, I'm leaving everything behind me (behind me) Got bands and bank accounts, I was just hidin' cash in the closet I'm with Gucci, that 1017, you know I'm water faucet Hit the hood, I hide my face, they far away from paparazzi Gucci shoes with the Versace, Fizzle drippin', no hibachi We got hot 'bows of exotic, if you need it, Fizzle got it I can really be your plug, all we gotta do it lock in I do features for them bowls, if you want some, come cop it Ayy, in a hot car, better not stop it next re-up I'ma triple the profit They knowin' BiC Fizzle a problem Trillionaire mindset, plus he'll rob you Ain't breakin' shit down, come cop it Guaranteed soon as we spot him, we got him As soon as we can, we follow him Nothin' but shooters on my roster Ain't worried 'bout no stick up, I'm the one that do the robbin' Gucci print stamped on my jeans with all my profit in my pocket (Gucci) Too much money for a wallet and I ain't made it to college But still can hit up Johnny, smack the bank, blow the deposit (go) Blowin' money ain't a thing 'cause I got millions for the wait (yeah) All these Hellcats pullin' up, please don't get hit with a straight (grrah) I'm on Boulder Crest alum, I graduated from the yay (skrrt) Used to pull up for the trey, I'm the coach, I call the play (yeah) Know I'm all about deposits, I don't really do withdrawals (no) Heard he tattled on the gang, so we hang him by his balls (ugh) Junior High, we late to class, we shootin' dice all in the hall Free my dogs behind the wall (free 'em) Know if they need me, they can call Shoutout Fizzle, we so proud that my nigga graduated (yeah) Just like LeBron, straight out of high school to the pros and dominated (well, damn) Tried to lock me fown but fuck 'em, I came out an elevated (true) I went from sellin' grams on Gresham, now I'm Grammy-nominated (it's Gucci) Ain't worried 'bout no stick up, I'm the one that do the robin' Gucci print stamped on my jeans with all my profit in my pocket Too much money for a wallet, and I ain't made it to college But still can hit up Johnny, smack the bank, blow the deposit (deposit) B-Blow the deposit B-Blow the deposit
Well I went and lost her To the great imposter I stood and watched her fall Couldn't help her at all Poetry so sweet has her at his feet She thinks she's the one but He has just begun All her friends they just watch her For they know the great imposter Don't she know he's on stage It's not real it's just play And he's playing the part That is soon to break her heart Oh can't she see tomorrow's misery Soon she'll learn her fate But it will be too late All her friends they just watch her For they know the great imposter And she's soon to join the roster All they know the great imposter
You don't wanna ignite Tech N9ne and Qveen Herby Meet me in the moonlight, play with my loose wires You can join the roster, you'll be my sacrifice Baby, when the mood strikes, switch up your whole vibe Turn you into a monster, I'll bring you back to life Frankenstein (Frankenstein, Frankenstein, Frankenstein, Frankenstein) Motherfuckers feed on a masterpiece On the wrong day, fuck it up for free Bitch wanna run with the rats, but I pass over class through the matches and gas the academy You don't fit the fantasy, but I can still use you to fan the heat Bitch gonna cancel the scam with a brand new demand, lay a smack on the ass of insanity, uh Meet me in the moonlight, play with my loose wires You can join the roster, you'll be my sacrifice Baby, when the mood strikes, switch up your whole vibe Turn you into a monster, I'll bring you back to life Meet me in the moonlight, play with my loose wires You can join the roster, you'll be my sacrifice Baby, when the mood strikes, switch up your whole vibe Turn you into a monster, I'll bring you back to life Frankenstein
Well More like a disco ball i spread love as well Little nigga, big dreams Can bear hug a whale into a lobster's tail Ugh Evacuate premises, rap's sinister suspicious The pastor stand back, the bible is open The words have been spoken The moon and the stars align with the bars The broads are snapping their Bras in broad day Cops meeting their quota running for arcades The three initial's on the Pistols printed all K's The end is almost near, inferior of nothing Superior is an option and my synopsis Is that I'm Frank Sinatra On the roster, top running Running races with my own shadow Look in the mirror then I start to battle Now a pyru is a crip Nor a pyru's just a value that Is sure to be heard Like a fuckin sheep's cattle Niggas got some nerve Talkin bout they move birds Only thing I move now is a noun and a verb I am now on the verge Of telling the real story Of a Compton native in the City "that kill for me" Cus you fabricated the realness The county building and the county Children on food stamps Glorifying street cred Talkin' about "whoop whamp" But that's never the case Just a good lawyer who can sever the case Recording live from the city where the skinny Niggas die and the semi bullets fly Drinking Remy out bottle till The pain run dry like a desert Once the Desert Eagle ride by What you reppin?
Today I heard a man say, he told me Somebody had just stolen his women away Somebody stole his girl today I don't know whether to laugh or cry I feel like a wanna go somewhere and lay right down and die Somebody had just stolen his women away Somebody stole his girl today You know I can't hide This pain I feel inside Somebody stole my girl away Now I don't know who is was but somebody just took my woman today If your woman seems a little uptight Brothers, whatever y'all been doin' you sure better start doin' it right Or somebody will steal your woman away They'll steal your girl today Some woman do and some woman don't So if you wanna keep your man girls you better give him what he wants Or somebody will steal your man away They'll love your man today You better keep that roster close to your crib cnd girls don't get to excited about that woman's lib cnd let some woman steal your man away Girls don't let 'em fool ya cause they'll take your man today Don't be advertising your man saying all he can do Next thing you know it'll be her instead of you Don't let them steal 'em away girls It won't be tomorrow, they'll be lovin' your man today
Your number one one one Your number one on my roster Oh baby don't you know you are (you are) [Verse 1:] The kind that doesn't mind to spend the time And gets good love from me And doesn't make demands and understands that I need room to breathe Her famous name and crazy ghetto love making she's a freak She's knows I like to switch it up With different flavors of the week But she hates it when she's on the bench Cause she play to win She wants the ring She wants everything She's the center of my team so I guard her heart Let's just keep it moving forward and you'll always start [Hook:] You play your position well And it aint hard to tell That you're the number one on my roster Winning player with a winning team My line up is mean but you're still the number one on my roster [Verse 2:] The kind that likes to shop expensive things Her style is so unique She qualifies free agency but she chose to play for me And I can trust her in the clutch ANd all the time she's all I need And no I never said this to you girl You're my MVP She hates it when she's on the bench Cause she plays to win She wants the ring She wants everything She's the center of my team so I guard her heart Let's just keep it moving forward and you'll always start [Hook:] You play your position well And it aint hard to tell That you're the number one on my roster Winning player with a winning team My line up is mean but you're still the number one on my roster [Bridge:] The game's been good to me She's my lucky number 23 And I think it might be time to retire your jersey No more team second string It's time for some one on one It's safe to say my player days are done [Hook:] You play your position well And it aint hard to tell That you're the number one on my roster Winning player with a winning team My line up is mean but you're still the number one on my roster
Huh-huh, huh-huh Huh-huh, huh-huh Huh-huh, huh-huh Huh-huh Toxic, call me toxic But you'll never call me stupid Got a long list in my pocket I've been told before, I'm ruthless 'Cause I'm a player by nature But I'll always keep it honest So for you, there's one more spot left in my roster, baby So don't catch feelings We don't even need 'em I'm not stopping in my prime This the best time of my life So, don't catch feelings (yeah) And if this sounds appealing You just gotta fall in line (you just gotta fall in) Crazy, call me crazy 'Cause you ain't seen no one like me All the boys they wanna hate me But they can't 'cause I'm too feisty 'Cause I'm a player (player) by nature (nature) Always gotta have some options But for you, there's one more spot left in my roster, baby So don't catch feelings (oh, no) We don't even need 'em I'm not stopping in my prime This the best time of my life So, don't catch feelings (don't catch feelings) (you don't need) And if this sounds appealing You just gotta fall in line (you just gotta fall in) And the world's too big to think so small I've got room to love 'em all 'Cause they always answer when I call 'Cause I've got room to love 'em all (yeah, yeah, ooh) Yeah, the world's too big to think so small I've got room to love 'em all 'Cause they always answer when I call Baby, I've got room to love you all So don't catch feelings (don't catch feelings) We don't even need 'em (you don't need 'em) I'm not stopping in my prime (I'm not stopping in my prime) So, don't catch feelings (woo) And if this sounds appealing (woo) You just gotta fall in line (you just got to fall in line) Huh-huh, huh-huh Huh-huh, huh-huh Huh-huh, huh-huh Huh-huh Huh-huh, huh-huh Huh-huh, huh-huh Huh-huh, huh-huh Huh-huh
A-Team, A-Team Please don't try to play us A-Team, aw, A-Team, A-Team Please don't try to play us A-Team, aw, A-Team Call my B up, call Sherita Let's link up, ain't no days off 'Less I'm paid off, these niggas play soft We just play ball A-Team, won't you sign up Join my roster, you a scholar A-Team, know you ready My right hand steady, coach you if you let me A-Team, got that A1 A1 steak sauce, aw can't take loss A-Team, join my FIFA Roll my weed up, keep my D up Aw, A-Team Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (A) When I back off the curb In back of the back the Batmobile heard I'm back on alert I'm back what's the word I'm back what's the word I'm back in the third They back on my mind, they back on my nerves Can't take back the time so I'm back, back, back spending I'm back on the splurge, I'm back on the splurge They jump when I jump out then jump in and swerve swerve (Yeah, yeah) It's halftime gon' show that (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm a dog you know that Can't be from New Jersey how you throw back A-Team, A-Team Please don't try to play us A-Team, aw, A-Team, A-Team Please don't try to play us A-Team, aw, A-Team
Like a blue pill, make ya stick longer Or a swift fist off your chin from his wrist launcher Chick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the Knicks roster Stormed off and came straight back like pigs' posture Pen? Naw, probably written with some used syringes From out the rubbish bin at your local loony clinic Watching movies in a room full of goons he rented On the hunt for clues, more food, and some floozy women Bruising gimmicks with the broom he usually use for Quidditch Gooey writtens, scoot 'em to a ditch, chewed and booty scented Too pretentious, do pretend like he could lose with spitting Steaming tubes of poop and twisted doobies full of euphemisms Stupid, thought it up, jot it quick, thought out Toss it right back like a vodka fifth Spot him on a rocket swapping dollars in for pocket lint Then lob a wad of chicken at a copper on some Flocka shit Posing nigga try to disrespect Get a fucking thunder to his neck, shout out to Nak, cause it's the G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G Looking bummy, posted on the block, looking like I ain't make A quarter million off of socks, nigga, cause it's the G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
(I'ma tell you) I can't count the number All these bags we got (three, four, five, six, seven, fuck it) Can't tell me how many times I told you ain't hot (high) I can't tell you how much money we got (nah) I can't (I can't) I can't (I can't) I can't (I can't) I can't (I can't) (You now that) Let's go What we doin'? Said let's pop out (pop out) Updated my roster and had to swap out (swap out) You can't find it 'cause it's not out (you know ain't, haha) (Nigga, we ain't the same, we put this shit on for real) Nah, for real though (Northside shit)
Coming out of shadows Everybody get out on my way Steppin' in on a pedal Ready for the demons on my space Hands are on my neck I don't break a sweat Now, I'm ready set rather die than quit See me goin' psycho Someone tell me what's it gonna take Coming out the gate, I'm a rockstar I eliminate the imposters We the last ones on the roster Never wave a white flag out die trying I'm a bad chick I'm a bad chick I'm a savage Come to my crib Uninvited Must be wildin' I'm a bad chick I'm a bad chick I'm a savage Come to my crib Uninvited Must be wildin' I'ma 'bout to reach Let me out the cage Don't care what it say I'ma stun away (do it now) Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Hands are on my neck I don't break a sweat Now, I'm ready set rather die than quit See me goin' psycho Someone tell me what's it gonna take Coming out the gate, I'm a rockstar I eliminate the imposters We the last ones on the roster Never wave a white flag out die trying I'm a bad chick I'm a bad chick I'm a savage Come to my crib Uninvited Must be wildin' I'm a bad chick I'm a bad chick I'm a savage Come to my crib Uninvited Must be wildin'
Pull up in the monster, automobile gangsta With a bad bitch that came from Sri Lanka Yeah, I'm in that Tonka, color of Willy Wonka You could be the king But watch the queen conquer Okay, first things first I'll eat your brains Then I'ma start rocking gold teeth and fangs 'Cause that's what a motherfuckin' monster do Hair dresser from Milan That's the monster 'do Monster Giuseppe heel That's the monster shoe Young Money is the roster and a monster crew And I'm all up, all up All up in the bank with the funny face And if I'm fake I ain't notice 'cause my money ain't Simply having a wonderful Christmas time Simply having a wonderful Christmas time They say your attitude Determines your latitude I'm high as a motherfucker Fly as a motherfucker And still the motherfucker you love to hate But can't, because you love what I make Now ain't that about a bitch And I'mma talk shit until I'm out of hit's They don't want to turn they speakers up They claim I ain't deep enough All that talkin' I feed off of, keep it up I'm relaxin', my feet is up I'm leavin' you haters like when Shaq left the Lakers just to Heat it up I state the stats to stunt I don't need to front Make Black history every day I don't need a month The survey says, by the streets according Kanye's just important as Michael Jordan Was to the NBA when he was scorin' Ralph Lauren was borin' before I wore him and I don't like it unless it's- Christmas Day, indeed Just another excuse of being lazy
Well I went and lost her To the great imposter I stood and watched her fall Couldn't help her at all Poetry so sweet has her at his feet She thinks she's the one but He has just begun All her friends they just watch her For they know the great imposter Don't she know he's on stage It's not real it's just play And he's playing the part That is soon to break her heart Oh can't she see tomorrow's misery Soon she'll learn her fate But it will be too late All her friends they just watch her For they know the great imposter Poetry so sweet has her at his feet She thinks she's the one but He has just begun All her friends they just watch her For they know the great imposter And she's soon to join the roster All they know the great imposter And she's soon to join the roster All they know the great imposter
I'm like "Okay, well, I gotta grow up, I have to change my lifestyle" I'm like, "Alright", so I started cooking for this girl Drivin' to her school, taking her shopping Being out in public with her I even cut my entire roster for this joint I really loved her, to be honest One day, I went up to her, like "Let's make this thing official, let's make it real" And it was crazy, because I put all my guards down as a man 'Cause I wanted to be with her, she gon' look at me and she said, "Bro" When she said, "Bro", that killed me Then she gon' say, "Are you gettin' in your feelings?"
Dot And I ain't never been to jail, I ain't never pay a nigga To do no dirt for me I was scared to do myself I will never tell, even if it means sittin in a cell I ain't never ran, never will I ain't never been smacked, a nigga better keep his hands To himself or get clapped for what's under that man's belt I never asked for nothin I don't demand of myself Honesty, loyalty, friends and then wealth Death before dishonor and I tell you what else I tighten my belt 'fore I beg for help Foolish pride is what held me together through the years I wasn't felt which is why I ain't never played myself I just play the hand I'm dealt, I can't say I've never knelt Before God and asked for better cards at times to no avail But I never sat back feelin sorry for myself If you don't give me heaven I'll raise hell 'Til it's heaven Justify my thug, my thug, for you (hoping, praying) Now if you shoot my dog, I'mma kill yo' cat Just the unwritten laws in rap, know dat For every action there's a reaction, don't have me relapsin' Relaxin's what I'm about, but about mine Don't be actin like you can't see street action Take me back to Reasonable Doubt time You see my mind's on the finish line, facin the wreck I put my muh'fuckin faith in the tec, tell Satan not yet You understand I am chasin my breath I am narrowly escapin' my death, oh yes I am the Michael Schumacher of the Roc roster Travellin Mach 5, barrel in my apparel can stop God God forgive me but I can't let them deliver me to you Until, I won this race, then eventually My engine gon' burn out, I get whatever is meant for me However it turns out fine, red line!
Dot And I ain't never been to jail, I ain't never pay a nigga To do no dirt for me I was scared to do myself I will never tell, even if it means sittin in a cell I ain't never ran, never will I ain't never been smacked, a nigga better keep his hands To himself or get clapped for what's under that man's belt I never asked for nothin I don't demand of myself Honesty, loyalty, friends and then wealth Death before dishonor and I tell you what else I tighten my belt 'fore I beg for help Foolish pride is what held me together through the years I wasn't felt which is why I ain't never played myself I just play the hand I'm dealt, I can't say I've never knelt Before God and asked for better cards at times to no avail But I never sat back feelin sorry for myself If you don't give me heaven I'll raise hell 'Til it's heaven Justify my thug, my thug, for you (hoping, praying) Now if you shoot my dog, I'mma kill yo' cat Just the unwritten laws in rap, know dat For every action there's a reaction, don't have me relapsin' Relaxin's what I'm about, but about mine Don't be actin like you can't see street action Take me back to Reasonable Doubt time You see my mind's on the finish line, facin the wreck I put my muh'fuckin faith in the tec, tell Satan not yet You understand I am chasin my breath I am narrowly escapin' my death, oh yes I am the Michael Schumacher of the Roc roster Travellin Mach 5, barrel in my apparel can stop God God forgive me but I can't let them deliver me to you Until, I won this race, then eventually My engine gon' burn out, I get whatever is meant for me However it turns out fine, red line!
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