Lyrics:
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap sh-
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit
and McBoo, they're down with us
Ms. Melodie, she's down with us
Just-Ice and DMX, they're down with us
My manager Moe, he's down with us
Castle-D boy, he's
and McBoo, they're down with us
Ms. Melodie, she's down with us
Just-Ice and DMX, they're down with us
My manager Moe, he's down with us
Castle-D boy
Castle-D boy, he's down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one.
People
so right
Somebody tell me if I'm wrong so I can get my shit right
Am I doing it wrong
Nigga I'm a Dillingham boy I will never quit
Nigga I'm
I'm a army all by myself
A soldier if nothing else
A outlaw and I want it all (and I want it all)
Them O.G.s that brought us up
Them young boys
their girl gone give me face hoe
Prod by Luke he the coldest with the beats
Colorado soon to the mountains from the beach
I've got VA beach behind me
left home
On the streets of New York, now I'm free
But with freedom comes big responsibility
I used to walk around driven by the force
I remember how
broke boys
I swear y'all some broke boys
Disrespect me and my boys, you won't speak again, boy
Disrespect me and the gang, you won't speak again, boy
Love
Mark it as another project in the books
Another album where I wrote all of the verses and hooks
A fuckin comeback, one album after another
Producing
(Verse 1)
I was motivated by Scherff, now I'm killin every verse
Remember when they hated, now my album on they shirt
I got different flows, this
on the beach
(Gangsta Grillz)
(Let's go)
Coke Boys 6 (uh, shoutout Frank)
DJ Drama (Coke Boys 6, yeah)
(Big stepper, Kitty, let's go)
and you can see why
This album’s filled with random thoughts from an average guy
And that’s me, what i’d like to be known as publicly
Just a guy chilling by
I be on the beach
I be on the sand
Bitch im out of reach
Call you when I land
Countin when Im sleep
Silence of the lambs
See em in the street
Tell em
me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
Spread in the city I'm plumin'
Boy you got me hot, fumin'
We all make mistakes we human
Yo, I'm playing shows, getting paid by the fistful
Talk cheap
Might just stomp on a opp
Call that boy album, he gon' drop
Huh, I ain't got time to stop
And this glock gon' turn his oversized T to a crop top
I'm glad
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
when you see me you then already know.
It’s on my hat, you can tell by the clothes
It’s in my talk, so It’s in my flow.
It’s in my talk, so It’s in my
this new star fame came about
Or ever since me and Drizzy started hangin' out
Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang
Transition
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
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