Lyrics:
nigga will sell you up the river
So to massa, he'll look bigger
And when ya bet under a rock, he'll slither
But I'll grab the tail of the house nigga
Pull
nowhere to go ('cause I be running at ya)
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Surrounded by these colors
I see crimson, black and blue
Locking open doors again
I'm still afraid of you
of straight stupid, straight ignorant dope funky stuff for ya, baby
So turn up your radio and get down to the Tung Twista
Kick it, gee
Let the Cavalier Tung
broken
I ain't't jokin, girl, I'm still in love
The kid is wildin', we thought he would get it down by the third album
But this nigga is still in love
the exception, huh?
Didn't I give ya everything? Didn't I
Didn't I give ya everything? Didn't I
I tried my best just to be a man? Didn't I
I really didn't wanna
Ya By my Kumba linx
The youth grew me
The work I do four em
Add 2 me
Spikes depiction of the Windy City really
Blew me
Coming from A-MC who went to see
more of your songs
Waited for ‘Shady XV’ to drop some more of your songs
A disc of new songs and a disc of old ones
Got me into others with ‘Ya’ll Ready
paint
Like, ya we all know this, but you realize it's getting worse, like, it's getting way worse
Pretend like everything's ok, but it's not, because
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
is nothin' to play with
9 to 5 money is just as sweet as the grave shift
El presidenté, Blowbama, blow by ya
Chopper next to me in every picture,
pub just say, eyyy yo
Eyyy yo (Rob him like dat
Man now come down bring it)
Eyyyheyyyo eyyyyy yo
(Ya come down now KRS, tell em, tell em
Yeah)
You
Nine by my side
Come take a ride
Yeah
Yeah
Tree to the mind
I'm wavy tonight
Yeah
Yeah
Don't wait for a sign
Just come get in line
Yeah
Yeah
Might
talking, ya know,
trying to sell my records to distributors
And they wouldn't take it because, you know
Some fat white kid figured it'd be funny
and run up
You livin' good, go 'head and throw a one up
Scream out, blat-blat-blat-blatow, how ya like me now?
My nigga Funeral Fab told be back in '03
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
Every night I sit here by my window (window)
Starin' at the lonely avenue (avenue)
Watching lovers holdin' hand an' laughin' (Hahaha)
And thinkin'
Disapprove we can get ya and your bullshit
I be the same
The game will never be the same
It was made for me to gain
You see the thangs for me to name
I go by
joint right here?
How many people recognize this song?
This shit right here is called "You Got Me", ya nawmean?
It's on our album which is called
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love
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Toto je intro, mal by
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Gauč, gauč, gauč, gauč, gauč, gauč, gauč
Gauč, gauč, gauč, gauč, gauč, gauč, gauč
Ehm, ehm
Toto je intro, mal by
die genocide the cause
Expect a blood bath
The aftermath is y'alls
I told ya last album, we need help cause we dying
Give us a chance, help us
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