Lyrics:
ass on fire
That's how you work with barbed wire
Carve my name in your face
Pour gas-o-line on you and drop you at the gas station
Y'all chicks
gang ion play by rules
762 knocked him out his shoe now he can’t even chew
Big B’s but my pockets blue Put that all on you
That’s on ru we was right
seen this tatted on your chick frame
F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
Ridin' y'all know as well I do
That's the way you can tell I flew
So I got a deal, I sell pies
What we doing, Flex?
They see us, Funk Flex, Meek Mill, 017
I mean, why not?
Dreamchasers in the building
You know what it is
Philly, New York City,
to get my feet on the ground
(MJG)
Now let me explain a pimp
a nigga about the m-o-n-e-why
see a hoe, break a hoe
and try to influence the bitch,
this master
plan
Since y'all 憆eady rowdy I just ask ya man, hey
You want some work, well partna put in ya bid
Now by the was whats ya name they call me
triggas, fuck up all y'all niggas
Cause I'm so fuckin T-R-U, representin I thought you knew
Cause killas killas killas
That's all I be around, nigga fuckin
Who y'all really know out here that's fuckin' with the K-O-D-A
To the P-R-E-U-S-S ooh yes bitch, don't you play with me
Got selective hearin' I
the stands I don't dance
In the club by the door
With the gun by my hands
By my pants a motherfuckin' eighty-
I'ma tell all you niggas, y'all niggas owe me
Guinness
P.O.W. niggas is found M.I.A.
We move like special forces, Green Beret
Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new, back in '89,
2021 Rap Up
Talk to 'em, Tommy
You know every year, at the top of the year, it's my time
Y'all be waitin' for me to talk reckless
Respectfully,
have knots dress like a bitch he Tyler Perry
I pour up 4by4 hop on these tracks like Michael Cherry
I see a O p p I P o p
Thats on my daddy
Knock off his
Why don't you give this shit a listen
(First World Problems)
When I watch TV, can't skip commercials
Got no DVR at my dispersal
And my phone charger
Yeah
EPMD, 9th Wonder
It's crazy
New York
Charlotte, yep!
EPMD can hold you down baby
Uh
Spark this off with a b-boy who show P love
O
vocês diziam que o ciclo 'tava' fechado
Wait what?
Mentaliza, então
Joga p'ra cima
Ainda tô de pé
Porque, sou foda no business (Busina)
Não obrigado!
big thighs and the other one was a redbone
Where y'all goin y'all thick as hell
What's your name I wanna get up with y'all tonight shit
I got some
at anytime
Lames'll swear by ya name, when they lie
Get hit wit' the lone star, ripped where ya bones are
So tell me how yo' ass gon' run
From a C Z P O
7 gram hustlas
Type to bust an O down wit ya man, hustlas
I hold bank dough, dough 6-5-4
While you ho talk that, look for a walk dough
Petty crime
cash, more
Hoes (what, what, what)
Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek
No need to dress warm, I
Brought plenty of heat
Y'all can't do nothing with this here
There’s a b-u-t- t-e-r-f-l-y effect in my stomach when I rap
I ain’t see no trouble in r-u-s-s-ian dialect
Matter of fact you shouldn’t give a damn what’s
the flesh
If shit ain't right between us
We will leave a nigga left
Real nigga in the flesh
I'm p-o-p you d-u-d
You bark up this tree, I'll make you
we call reality
Mimicry isn't mastery
Don't fall victim to flattery
He's in his house of learning not bothered by a bloody eyeball
You couldn't
double-O-P, Dogg my fucking homey
Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs
Sure 'nough, I keep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run
Now I'm back in
called, Edutainer
You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables
So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label
[KRS-One]
Biddi-by-by, by
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