Lyrics:
dice game got my win on
About a G and a half is what I come with
But twenty five G's is what I left with
*?Teatley?* was the word I heard
I went deep in
that's the life in the ghetto so think fast
Ya better look behind ya back and watch ya ass
[Hook x2]
See dope fiends, they get me for crack
5-0 they want
2.63 miles away
From his present location
And deliver it to client D in Bristol by train,
By 4:30 that afternoon
And at the same time man D
Was
man like Mischief ya nah ay, Trapo
What you sayin'? You got
Another one for this?
Splash that yola for twenty one seconds
It came out so solid
I got
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by Canibus the young gun
Your last weapon, is to call out Wyclef Jean
Not knowing that you
MCs, how? To rhyme first
Of course you rap last, so you can show off your skirt
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by
(we the best)
Just pulled over in my 7-5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me 5
20 minutes in they dump
These street sweepers, we dump til he jump brooms
Like these [?] shoes, in the D where dreams come true
This is the the story of a man who's trying
and stuck a funnel in my mouth
And force fed me nothing but sauerkraut
Until I was twenty six and a half years old
That's when I swore that someday
"At twelve twenty-five A.M., Wednesday
2Pac was on his way into a Times Square building
To record at an the eighth floor studio with another rapper
Twenties, fifties, hundreds
Gotta go and get a bag
Dior, Gucci, 'Rari, two seat
She's a movie, but means nothing to me
A-list singer and she's just
, tens, or even twenties
I'm throwin' quarters, nickels, dimes, pennies up at skinnies
Man I do this for them bunnies up at Denny's
From the north, east
is lit the fuck up
With people with relationship issues
Caller number one, you're on the air
Yeah, man, y'all tell me if I'm crazy
Because this
the Richard Mille on my left
Wrist cost a house or two
Flexin' hard, I'm only twenty-two (O oh)
Ran up a M in camo
Boy, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, Master P
I'm
the truth on the mic
Twenty three on me like mike
Balling like pippen we pippin these bitches tonight
Drive by make sure u take out the lights
Three five
A thousands parts a pound of heart an ounce of eyes
Announcing now the doubt in mouth pronounces a count of lies
Chocula counts by the counts of 5
Nine
Ignition sequence starts
Six
Five
Four
Three
Two
One
Zero
All engines thrust
Lift-off! We have a lift-off, 32 minutes past the hour
Three
silly of me, no really, it's free
Aye you can use the phone like a new computer wand
That's an Ethernet pun, cause dial-up's all done
When it took twenty
I'm Dave Robert Jones
More commonly known by my stage name David Bowie
And I'm one of the most
Influential artists of the 20th century
Alright well you
I wrote my first song in like year 5 (yeah)
And I thought to myself man this feels right (feels right)
Fast forward 9 years and I still write
'Bout
But the old man strongly clung to the wall
Because he was afraid to get out and to fall.
So the spirit touched his heart with its hand.
It took him by
Yeah
He was the most handsome in a class of twenty-two
And he knew it early on so his confidence kept growing
By thirteen he had been with every
and start a family, man I can't keep up, no
Bought me a PS5, two controllers, just to play alone
From the second I was twenty four, I locked up in my zone
Now
Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees
Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man. I'm tired of
this shit man. Man I try to rap for
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