Lyrics:
look at my money, like it's not mitunkne yeah yeah
Homie I come from the street, live my life by the rules
If I owe ya I'm gon' get ya, might be ten
We gotta slow this roll down and write a love song for her to change the mood
And what album what romance wouldn't be complete with a slow calming
nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, sittin' on chrome
That nigga on the mic str-8 gone
My whole crew lives illegal
Strapped with
get they helmet cracked
Every one's crude manners turned dude to a loose cannon
I'm feeling like Bruce Banner, I'll leave a few crews battered
Best have
Time for action, baby
What a time it's been
Seen a crime or two committed
Whether dim or genuine
Slim thick
I'm right-brained but I'm liberal
I'm
my career, then we gon’see
I hope the albums you're gonna work on
Gon’ sell a ton
But all your productions gon’ flop
I took that personally, felt like
Written By: Derrick Wyatt
Done did all the work, now I’m chasing the dream
Focus on the team now we gettin the cream
Been observing the game, like
a part of my head
I'm inking, raps to wax perform live
Make my bread some seen it coming
Others say "What is this?"
It's Evidence mixing pleasure
With my
A lil birdie said that my album would flop
He said I was wack, she said that I suck
Well your whole crew is suffering like a black duck
Put the white mask
Uh
And you already know what it means when you see these two names connected
Yeah
Niggas counting favors while we out here counting paper
Fueled by
Shit you won't find at old navy, two hundred zero ad
Still live shit, spit to divide cliques on some wise guy shit
Same chick from the ? , pretty eyes
will comply
It's now
2025, my legacy survived
People live and they thrive on what I provide
Took me from a mortal and made me immortal
Two takes it
the weakest nigga out the crew
I probably make more money off yo' album, than you
You see the respect I get every time I come through
Check your own videos,
the weakest nigga out the crew
I probably make more money off yo' album, than you
You see the respect I get every time I come through
Check your own videos,
(Hollywood). Ich bin Hood so wie Robin
Und deine Crew sammelt Pfandflaschen
Ich bin zu krass ein Robocop
2Pac lebt immer noch und das bleibt, seine Bars bleiben
A million miles a minute, the second I'm in it yeah I be pacing
Bitch I'm back again
Been here since way back when, now let that shit begin
This album 2 but
doing my solo stuff
And around two-thousand
Brian Cane from Ottawa, who was helping manage me
Got me a small independent deal with this label called
Mafia way, Lavish way
We Kill niggas for fuckin up the mob
Facts
Live by code die by that bitch, RIP Kimbo
When you in the hood with that chicken
it ruthless smoothest
Don't know who's next
Rather I'd live than I don't
So baby two step through this
Come by sooth this
Coming like Jennifer Lo
We
Else’s f hat and try to walk in
Their sh for a little while
So I made sure this album, Joanne
That I didn’t just honor
The more personal sentiments
I made
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
We die, we all take shits in it
[Kool Keith]
There's a million albums out there with that opera
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines
Ooh, ooh, ooh-wee, boo-boo
Momma that man back again
Y-T, part two
Yeah, man, turn me up, Niko
Ooh, ooh, ooh, boo-boo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Who That Who
healing verses
To alleviate pain
How it all got started
In the summer of Two Thous
This dude name Al
Introduced me to Christian rap style
First MC that he
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