Lyrics:
the stee', come through plush in the V
Got niggas mad 'cause they payin' while we fuckin' for free
Make Trizz a household, live what I told
I only speak
name was Anheusur Brewery
And hittin bush by the duece
Like Jesus created two of me
Haters they make me famous
So I'm deservin an Oscar
Walkin by
a notch or two or watch my crew murder ya
Yo hold the phone, tone niggas like That's raps are prone
To dissasemble members only who think they're grown
a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day,
Ima call up a renegade after I won
Fuck the income
This the outcome
Hustler of The decade released like 5 albums in 2 years
Thats damn tuff, freeze
It's a kodak moment
We the three live crew
She like dark skin niggas
Like I'm kodak to
Bitch I'm in the strip club
With ho you call boo
And she
your album
And I played it more than twice
From one artist to another
I offer this advice :
When you get to album two
Do what the fuck you wanna do
When
Street
Who call themselves The Fugs
In April
They record by Harry Smith doing the
Punkiest songs yet to exist
Lo-fi noisy shit about poetry, sex and drugs
wanna feed my family
Album's lit can't come in
Two on me, can't stop me
Mj court can't catch me
All ma homies come with
Music's life am the blacksmith
that?
Record execs wanna push the album way back
And hold back on my advance
They didn't pay that
Producers want seven points
He didn't play that, yo
Persecuted by my own crew
Betrayed by the ones I saved what I'm gone do
Do the math poor out my wrath and then they'll feel me
Or let the past be the past but
Persecuted by my own crew
Betrayed by the ones I saved what I'm gone do
Do the math poor out my wrath and then they'll feel me
Or let the past be the past but
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
muh'fucker
We spray corners, stand there like you got a cape on ya, fine
You'll be wearing a black suit a long time
I put your crew in hard bottoms
a cape on ya, fine
You'll be wearing a black suit a long time
I put your crew in hard bottoms
The priest is like, "God's got him
He never did nuttin
Especially if your shine is outshining mine
I wanna be faithful but I keep running into dimes
And they make it so easy so it's hard to do right
The image I
cause I can show ya
Why is my shit so funky it stanks?
Pee Wee, Shorty B, and Ant Banks
You outta pocket trying to hang with my crew
You might of just
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
position, here come my intuition
Go in this nigga pocket, rob him while his friends watchin'
His crew's your crew or they might be next
We take the good,
alive
Better know I'm just tryna spread all good vibes
I wanna be a legend, I wanna change lives, wanna boss the game, why I dedicate time
You can come
no no don't address them
Can't you see how they dress them
They probably surrounded by models and a
Bunch of them yes men
I'm surrounded by no-men oh
bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
a paddle
I'd spank all these rappers like babies
It's crazy, it's backwards
How blatantly lazy and basic
They can be makin' these albums
I've been draining
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