Lyrics:
track off-the-rack kind of a track
You forced to rap, remember that? It's that
You know where I'm at, there go the gat
Pass me a bat,
on the news, you want lime light nigga
Channel 2 or Channel 4, you know what 9 like nigga
Groupie men, we put on UPN
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Memphis Bleek]
Yeah
Told y'all niggas I was gon' keep it street, nigga
Thug Motivation 101 man, you already know what it is
Ayy, let's get it
It's Young
a group home (gang, gang)
I ain't gettin' mad, I'm tryna rob 'em, call my boo phone
Bitch, I'm from the trench, you gotta fuck me to my new song (yeah,
down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk faggot crab
rock
Wu got it locked, performin' live on your hottest block
As the world turns, I spread like germs
Bless the globe with the pestilence,
the back like bike pegs
La fitted cap pulling your wig back
With Glocks in it g roc black tinted
What side you claim fuck yo gang
Yeah yeah thats what I’m
I say a poor trait
You want to store very short cake
Estate, behind the gate
N.Y. State, why wait?
You trying to get paid by the lake
In each state,
"Yes, what's the deal, son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues
"The friends will make you, then too can
call me classless, I heard that, I second and third that
Don't know what the fuck I'd doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant turd-sack
But I
don't know man, it's a hell of a job, man
To be a rapper, MC, whatever you want to call it, man
We got a lot to deal with, family members
We gotta
the same no matter time nor place
So to you all the kids all across the land
Take it from me
Parents just don't understand
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
And wigga talk about uh price to make it right for you
And if you like that alright then we got what you need
And if you like that nasty broad we got them
put a twist wit' it
You can't do like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody else
What's happenin'? What's up?
Got da purp fired up
and chocolate, what I like (what I like)
Come over and spend the night (yeah)
Know you want a bitch this fly (uh-huh)
It ain't nothin' but a flight (but
a nigga how to really survive
Whether it be track or blunt, ain't no need to front
Got what you need, and I take everything you ever wanted, nigga
We
you been sippin? on? What you been hittin' on?
It be them chicks in bikinis we bought ?em Cris's on
Call me Diddy, let's ride that out, stop that talk
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
away
But this game I play ain't no
Way to fix it it's inevitable
Bills gotta get paid, kids gotta eat
Live by the chopper laws die by the streets
Fuck
a sac of drugs
At the block sewn up
Cause I want to pack a gun
Do you feel me?
World do ya hear me?
Catch a risin' star
Fuck the love
Niggas
l-l-look at the monster
Y-Y-You don't want to crash
Like La-La-La Bamba
See it's me, Roney, and Terry
And my new drop is berry
Watermelon, plum, just call it
Yeah, yeah it's Young Wiz
Wiz Khalifa 4 - 1 - 2
This for - this for the world, man
All my sexy single ladies
Niggas gettin this money yeah
Know you
you get rich, but she sold
Now you heartbroke, that's what you get for lovin' them hoes
An ill flow with no beat, is incomplete, it's like a stickup
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