Lyrics:
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
Here I go again ready to flow again
Better hold my mic don't blow again
Warned by alarms when the mic gets warm
Crowd'll get critical can't keep
Yeah, it's Al Skratch, that real smooth brother
The undercover lover makin moves on your mother
If I have to, it's only natural, that I rap to
any
Yes, I'm from Dade County
Plus I'm fly, so I keep some bad bitches 'round me
Whuddup Khaled, you my nigga so hold, lemme git 'em
Yes I'm back, plus
to go down
Runnin' one on one and only hip-hop bound
Yo Tariq (whassup?) How your micraphone sound?
(It sound tight) well aight, show 'em what it's
The other version of me
can i get 105 seconds of your time
Sorry keep it on the low
I mean your attention please this is the manifestation
if you study Egypt, you'll see the truth written by the masters
My niggas is chilling, getting high, relaxing
Envisioning, owning shit, yo it can
to keep it yesteryear
The good ol' days
The same ol' ways
That kept us dyin'
Yes, you me myself and I'ndeed
What he need is a nosebleed
Read between
a rebel, and a Yankee
Overrun and punk the Presidency
If it means that I'm down with O.P.P., yeah!
I met Farrakhan and had dinner
Now you ask if I'm
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I immigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean
Dominican Republic! I
ain't talkin' Smith and Wesson
I keep undressin'
Girl, I'm 'bout to teach you a lesson
After I hit it she says
"Bobby I have a confession, I think I
Punch Buggy sunnin' you
Got you shittin' in your last Huggie, runnin' who?
Fuckin' punk, get a speed bump comin' through
A single shot make your knees
Fuck it I don’t want no friends
I just want you on bed
Lay you down by my side
Swear on god, take you on a ride
Leave no hoe unsatisfied
Play some
the perfect definition
But rappers keep wishing to be in my position
Know good and damn well they ain't no competition
Huh, I gotta give it to you, kid,
jodienda no se para nunca, yeah
They give it to you but I,
keep it movin' while I'm runnin' wit' the rap race
But I need a little damn space, to breathe
a better person, you'll forever be working
I don't want that version, Ross said it best
You measure success by how many people you bless
When you left,
like Christopher's single
If y'all don't like me then (you must hate money, money)
Guaranteed if you had it to spare
You could probably comprehend
mean to be blunt or front, true or rude
How can he diss? Your honey dip looks like a honey dude
So keep it to yourself, greedy when you're in good
like Christopher's single
If y'all don't like me then (you must hate money, money)
Guaranteed if you had it to spare
You could probably comprehend
We runnin this shit
You pussy niggas funny as shit
Till our masked for run up in ur house
And put tha gun in ya bitch
Its still double - G sick fellas
me
You steppin' with 007
Better make it snappy
No time to do your hair, baby
Brothers are bustin' at me
Beats and bullets pass me
None on target
They
The trouble is the nickname of my homie, psych
But fuck it I don't get it how to stop the time
It feel like that shit ain't passin but it's runnin by
(It
jaw from a punch buggy
Sunnin' you
Got you shittin' in your last ?
Runnin' who
Fucking punk
Hit a speed bump coming through
A single shot
to the old
We live by the code
Do what you love in life
Unless it can get you runnin' from the po-po, woo!
Now that money ain't a thing like, woo!
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