Lyrics:
get a total re-call
Flying up shit, with the can and bull
Pop that line, where's the telephone call?
I watch, the ends go by
Some man try, Poor ting
fifth gear, will not stall
Album to sick, get a total re-call
Flying up shit, with the can and bull
Pop that line, where’s the telephone call?
I
you fuck with the crew
You fuck with me, you fuck with the crew
Ah, yes
All you niggas playing, no Jane
All you niggas playing, no Jane
You going
it to my bros, CP3, bitch with the assist
That bitch blowin' me like a flute
Pull up with choppers and the crew
All my dudes around me, they gon' shoot
Good evening, and welcome to eazy's playhouse
You stupid muthafucka
Now that you got the album
What the fuck are you gonna do with it
Bitch
and the crew, woah
Trying to shed some light on my city, for really
Who else move like I do?
Official no whistle, I'm taking the game by storm
No typhoon
my shit, just like money ain’t nothin’ (It ain’t nothin’, yeah)
(Lesgo, uh)
Young legend go by the name ChanChan
You might be sneak dissin’, but I
forgiveness told her to repent (praise Jesus)
Otter gang thats my crew gotta represent (Yeah)
He was sad I killed his bro sorry I lament(Damn)
Bitch I got too
don't shoot anymore
My deal got signed so the spirits all up
We shot the album front cover up by the shops
We just wanna rep the manor right, give it
Verse One:
Dres --
Black Sheep, in your house, party people you remember
The two that served your whole crew like the bartender
It's dynamic D,
been through
You still think I shouldn't have no beef like a Hindu?
I listen and laugh at your CD with my crew
Sound like being a fake me is better than
French wine being poured by Pierre
On route to be a millionaire
You got bitches everywhere
The ones with the thick frame
They look at you like you the man
Every red cent they would invest in it
You had to be on top of
It or your album would sit
When your crew would have an early exit
That’s why I had
pajama for your soft crew
Don't step to me with shit the candle wax is gettin lit
I'm solo now, and still money I have to fuckin split
Business
the drastic measures
I know you want to step to me kid!
But you're thinkin' "Damn Kris is kinda big!"
Plus he rolls wit a crew that don't care
I'll be right by your side
Radio play me that new 3005
Bino won't die, illest rapper alive
See what's up with Fredo when
I'm out in the Chi
Murder
was a young man who was misled
By another motherfucker, this is what he said
Once upon a time less recently
I had to walk around with the piece with me
to engage, post more to get the views, dude
To keep up with the new dudes
You really need a news crew just to trend on YouTube
We're obsessed with our
they gon have yo ass gone
Light jokes
You keep playin with them white folks
Can't even take the piss
They gon’ test your urine
Cut all the sponsorship
a mouth full of dots
Serving the fiends outside by the shops
With the .38 by the side of my crotch
The feds wanted my whole crew locked up
Either that
by our blood?
I guess we made it through the rain for getting stuck in the mud
Look, if we ain't leave, we would've never met the crew
But if we had
And little did I care what you saw
Crew deep with a few heat
Now it's time we settle the score
But in the projects, I visit Muhammad
In linen garments
Year: 2020
[INTRO: THE SARGENT]
In the stu’ with the squad,
Sippin’ brews,
Spittin’ bars.
Whip the stew in the pot,
Whole crew full of gods.
In the stu’
on with the get rich quick
You know I'm eatin' how'd I get this THIICCC
Sick no DX snap necks a reflex
Got a lotta crews gassed like the bees nest
Bout
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