Lyrics:
then we glisten all Rare
Pain by subscription my drug's right here
I want a bonus and commission Kaysh in the air
Royalties for la Famila we all gone
taking trips since back when Suli had Raw
Damn, I miss the boulevard
They had the Sue in them jars
You see, shit changed
This new weed don't hit the same
chillin i'm,
bout to fall up in the club we just killin time
dro blowin on patrone with it in a lime
6-4 to the front door with top down
hit the switches
My back against the wall
Like I see y'all fronting
Drowning in your own spit and
Ain't coming up with nothing
I call this shit "Rapper Shit"
Cause I
silence
By the factory door
Cigarettes extinguished
Staring at the floor
John Lennon's died
Radio plays
All the old songs
All the hit records
The number
by the boatload (That Henny)
Disrespect the Lyfe that's a no-no
All my niggas dressed in that rojo (Redlyfe)
I ride for my guys, that's the bro code
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
precise right in the pocket
Stupid dope beats and Evil E rocks it
The girl straight from the heart
My jam is sure to hit the top of the charts
Ram is my
reality flow
I'm tryna time my album dropping
With a reality show
Cock the MAC-11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist
Tell her we in press heaven (Ha
and my Story is rare
Was calling up djS
Letting the heat sing
I'm upping in gold
I'm outta control
Got beat by my teachers
In Haiti, I'm patient
They
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love
your shoulder, watchin' the hall light
You hate when it's a ball right? Ladies this ain't handball
Nigga hit these walls right before I call Mike
In
the music in they ears, they would have lost it
The seventh album by a musician they both revered
First time this planet heard it, let's call it a world
No matter how good a woman is
She still can't really teach him to be no man or daddy
Used to walk around with a head full of naps
Chubby young
Call Porsche, time to give away a Wraith
Bricks boy, tryna turn 'em into bass
Big boy, I been tryna buy the Braves
Court room soundin' like I'm in
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
a meeting getting my ass kissed (no homo)
By a white man 'cause his daughter fuck with my ad-libs (uh-oh)
I done dropped dick in her friend, I'm like, "My
You got a cute waist, chubby face
Thick legs, in shape
Rump shaking both ways
Make me do a double take
You got no business
Being on my hit list
But
Lord forgive me
Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand
Then jump back in that mini van, double back to his block and blam I
these hits
In my Blue Tints on Yeezy instruments
She a lil chubby on my dick she do the twist
She get it from her mommy damn I love Brazilians
I smoke
own record label and put myself on blast
The album was independent, it was just for the streets
I sold a one thousand copies in my first fuckin' week
flat tummy, ass chubby make a dummy wanna give you all his money
That was me
Only thinking bout you moaning
Keep you up until the morning
Sliding up in
Took 'em on a movie, called it "Bubble Gut"
Big dawg, we'll hit your gunners up (slatt, dog)
Come in first place, not the runner up
Came from
rhyme took shine
I'm back for the second time
That's the first of three, me in the four-five
Dubs and trips hit from every single line
Like stories
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