Lyrics:
Like "You ain't Lil' Wayne, you a lame
Man I got to go"
But I did it, and I was on a mission
And little by little a couple
Of 'em would get it
Was
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
to creep through these halls and brawls
Without scarred by a revolve
With no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5
Now I'm the young one with the 9 ready
Bricks
All my n****s flippin' chips
Gettin' rich
Even though it's hard
Tryin' to creep through these halls abroad without scar by ?
With no warning signs
Suge Shot Me
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
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And I'm going to Jersey Shore, bitch
Sweetest bitch you'll ever meet
It seems like nobody wants to
Climb a fucking tower these
Baby this nightmare
Won't
mind, in this tranquil dreamscape (Dreamscape)
I'm haunted by the night memories we made (Made)
And the pain of losing you will never ever fade (Fade)
the dreadlocks and the flattops
I like these ops, so I'll try not to stop, but drop
The new hip-hop, and get props
Scott La, Scott La, Scott La, Scott
yeah
My strap is black and hot like coffee, yeah
I'm goin' fast, you can't stop me, yeah
Heard your album, break weed on a copy, yeah
I used to want
I see the crystals in the smoke
No na, baby girl don't you choke
Made an album my first year
By God's grace OTM we going clear
I ain't lazy
Do what I
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
[Lil' Boosie]
Ugh! We dropped again on you bitch ass, niggaz! (Laughing)
Every album like a bird!
If you buy Trill shit
Then you buy that real shit!
litty missions in the civic
Now we moving tracks like sally selling by the sea shore
Itching like the feens they screaming Esa man we need more
Need
I paint must be vivid) I'll be used to, I
Paint these words just like my whips
(Blood, sweat and tears on the canvas)
What you know 'bout
on a beat
That's dinner that you giving me
My songs on the radio
Everybody feeling me
Wanna see a grammy on my shelf
Make it out the bottom by myself
Do these
family The Sopranos these niggas is altos
First album, every track could be the outro
Velcro to shelltoes
Things that we will outgrow
Used to rock
legit made seven albums over the past seven months
I’m so stealth I’m an assassin who likes to hunt
I’m now at my crown chakra so I’m fully enlightened
Bongo By The Way
I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still
I could make her fly away like caterpillars
So if you don't know by now, then you should probably get familiar (get familiar)
So if you don't know
we don't give a fuck
We doing anything for checks, bet
Fuck with the Tec
These niggas they acting like they
Really sipping on Actavis
But they sippin'
on the album before it dropped
I was on a roll and I couldn't be stopped
Writing these lyrics I wanted you to hear it
Because it felt like a new version of me
Y'all saw me at Kanye's third album with my cap no cap
Keep going video really happened ain't just rap
Barz just like that
When my family saw me
and feeling really near bro
I been feelin' in album mode
So sweet, like it be à la mode
So street, I guess that's how my fashion go
Yeah I keep it a hundred
shielding my dick
Have baby by me baby these groupies they make me sick
My stick we don't restrict we get through thick like afro picks
It feels Vic's
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