Lyrics:
Oh, oh, oh, ha, ha
You know what this is right? This the real hip hop
None of that watered down shit you used to
Rest in peace Big L, rest in peace
and still remain loyal
On the hip-hop throne amongst kings, I've been doin' it
Rock, Rob, Joe, and Big E is one unit
Supreme force, ever since Main
and most kings I been doin it
Rock, Rob, Joe, and Big E is one unit
Supreme force, ever since Main Source, my nigga
Shoulda had yo ass drunk like
Shyne
I stay by the code
Designer my linen
Gucci my clothes
Like origami, you niggas gon' fold
You niggas be bitches, hoes
Think I'm the shit, I
One yourself and two - run up with three gats
A 4-5, or six shot seven let eight clap
The nine milli throw ten shots
Where your face at
And the mac
(Getta Beats, It's BlueStrip, baby)
(yeah, ayy, ShittyBoyz) yeah
We'll bring that to yo house, Joe Dumars
Okay, yeah, okay
Fuck around, yeah
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
to the shake
Now im rollin woods by the eight
Running up them bands like a race
Bad on yo ass
Finna go
Hit you a lick
And you dont give a
Fuck who it is
Yeah, all the hoes love me 'cause they know me real good
Been wearin' the same clothes 'bout 8 days
When they cut the 8 ball, when they flipped it 8 way
feds won't mess wit me
Park tha Q 4-5 and hop in tha Cherokee
At about 8:30 I'll be rollin in a millennium
Sippin on condact on my way to my condominium
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
hatin' 'cause his album just flopped (Let's go)
Eight ounces my steak, eight ounces of Wock' (cyy)
Thirty-cent ounces he got, is it pure dope? Not
was by him
Whoever said big boys don't cry was lying
Yeah, cuz' i'm the biggest here
Wish that i could shed a tear
Took a trip up to a pier
Just so that
big sounds
Onomatopoeia boom clap pow
Ima keep on squeezin' till the last round
He jammed up in that squeeze check his background
He got folded by cops
I endorse the white so I be to on to fight
Ak47 by my bed side
I live a tony montana type of life style
Started with two 8 balls in my corner pockets
Say I won't go drop a double album, and rap double time on all dub-step
Got no producers, just me rockin' over beatboxin' by Dougie Fresh
Say I won't
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
It's that time of year again
Y'all gon' be like, "Why this nigga startin' off like that?"
Disrespectful
Rap Up 2019
(Great John on the beat, by
i ain't in trouble amethyst big stone eternity want leave my finger alone eight 80 ate not a lot of money big trillion 48 point on 2 one
the type, give him an inch? He takin' a yard
'cause see, he the type of cat that be thinkin' he hard
I told him if he gonna come, he got ta come by eight
cars big stars like it's rock and roll
Let's rock and roll
Dip-set, this is Jim Jones man capo status
Santana Killa, the don the album coming March
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