Lyrics:
Bills paid before prayed to my name
At the same, them over covered by gangs beasts proverb
Who really steals curtains?
Daily boom like Ali
Nally in tally
[Big Krizz Kaliko]
Regime Mobstaz
Regime Niggaz
Regime Killers
Regime Life
(2x)
[Tech N9ne]
Yo, yo!
I'm a Regime original
My flow's aqua
She give me
the game
Recognize my name, I.N.S., your highness
I rep for live sets, place ya bets, make ya threats
There's no cure, even the experts are stunned
My
the next bullet end up?
There is no funeral procession
Going on here today
Unless it’s led by Fred Wesley
Gardner trumpeting a lively version
When
up-bringing
So by 2020 Candace was not the song you'd be singing
You're Owen an apology to me for that for starts
Your wicked ass family who never let you hang
Buying a life so you get signed
Call me bud bitch don't call me by my real name
I'm sick and tired of running round playing ya damn games
I fucked around
Bullets have a name defined by different calibers
Concrete jungle, beware of different challengers
Gotta have the stomach for dookie bags and catheters
Play
the Ason
Givin' it to ya raw baby
The raw deal, because
These lovely rhymes made by the one and only
I'm Ason, there's nothin' phony about me
got a whole lot more weight to gain
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
[Chorus]
(My nigga, featuring Lil Wayne,
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
pro-pornographin
Specialize in science and math and
Original black man
Vocal toe to toe impeccable splittin your backs son
Bustin thoughts that pierce your
Specialize in science and math and, original black man
Bustin thoughts that pierce your mental
The fierce rippin your sacks and
Vocal toe to toe impeccable
was lonely
I be alone, I don't hang with homies
Cant trust niggas, cant trust bitches
Don't hit my phone these niggas phony
Playing games like Sony
It
Hi kids
Welcome to cloud nine
We sure are glad ya stopped by to see us!
We got some special suprises for your red asses today
We got the insane clown
Tell me what you lust for
Is it power is it money is it fame?
Is it sex is it drugs is it making your name?
When we die we can't take it to the grave
he wanna be worshipped, chisel his name on a tombstone in cursive
Is it your purpose? If I did this on purpose
Don't be misled by my surface
Did you
I ain't ashamed to be
A version of Martin Luther: the product of my epiphany
Music put me in agony
Lamentations, my melodies
Tryna give you the game
who gives a shit
I just don’t want this life to happen to me like some peers I used to kick it wit
Just a black man abiding by the law
At his choosing,
never deleted those verses?
Never replaced them with alternate versions
They put you on the spot, they like "spit a freestyle"
But you just forget what
you woulda walked by
And bumped me hard or just looked at me wrong
My chain on, try to book me, you gone
Goons, Italian leathers, couple bottles
possesses no intelligence of hate or scorn
But as it learns of hard ways
It becomes tuned from its original nature
As we destroy nature in the name of cash
the game is
The same as, My name is
By Marshall
It was partial for my sparkle
Get a part two when I spot you
Be like statues when I catch you
Or shaking like
with it
They'll remember my name
Because I don't quit
I'm the last to refrain
Reframe this art
Reframe the mart
Shake up the game
Words weapon cart
I
buffel up
laugh alot
You know where w
You know where we at
5k Mutherfucker
Original fusk effekt
OG's
Yir I'm wicked I'm twisted
I smoke so i
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