Lyrics:
Chillin' in the whip with
A schemin' bad chick
'bout five in the morn I'm lit (lit)
Lightin' up my black in the back of the donk
Then we 'bout to go
as a pig would attack
One little black when he ain't strapped
And his hands is cuffed behind his back
Fact that I riddle a rap
That is so lyrical that
I know who's gun it is
Just by hearing the shots that's Bo
That's Little Mack
Damn baby who the fuck is that?!
I can tell from the way that he
Everybody’s a little funny
But where’s the fucking money, hey?
Working hard like non stop
Stepping with my flip flops
Shit kinda feel sucks sucks
Nine to five
I love god, but going to church really ain’t it
Paster told me I was go die, by 26
Thats why at 25, I was really with ASAD
Selling bricks
niggas that’ll burn shells turn a
Fat kid into slim Kel i am legend
Headache with no Excedrin
Leaving the club at five got
To be up by seven
I’m praying
a little game, try to hit it off
Take the bull by the horns, catch a Minotaur
Make her shake off of that lame and get with a boss
Lawd, tell me shorty,
just like Vega
You v me nobody can save ya
On the mic I'm way too major
Cos I'm shocking MCs like Blanka
I got money in the bank, I'm a banker
You
sick tonight,
I'm like superman without kryptonite,
Phat as hell without cellulite,
And I look well sick in a U.V light,
Speakin' of sick that's me
Yeah, we're gonna keep droppin' it, see, no stop,
I told you, we're ain't gonna stop
If you're ready, I wonder why?
We're gonna do it a little
Started hanging with the wrong crowd
Caught slanging by my pops and got thrown out
On my own once again I had to make it happen
That's just a little
Started hanging with the wrong crowd
Caught slanging by my pops and got thrown out
On my own once again I had to make it happen
That's just a little
niggas straight into a heart attack
Life is like a relapse
Can you see that?
My name is Jamie Madrox, represented by the bat
Dark night, dark skies
Ain't got no time for no boyfriend's these days,
I got to stay focused move things in my way,
I got to stay on top in this industry,
These little quick
to chrome gats
Levis to Guess jeans, black and white to big screens
Six by nine to 18's, Bumsalack to sipping lean
Regals with white walls, 20 inch with
that I've been looking for is finally mine
I never thought about the dough when I'm designing my rhyme
As long as I can reach my peoples over vinyl I'm
thinking
Tell me why or what do you believe in
Is it money?
Now, is it power?
Pimp I pimp I pimp hour by hour
[Verse Three]
My people built this
a little story, something for your ear
Like the new millennium version of Paul Revere
Except this ain't fiction, this is real life here
I be 30 years old
the structure we get a little chedda man from
Any cat that touch her
She said she was game and knew I had game
But even with game girl you gotta use your brain
kid, named Jay.
That jeff calls gay, and beats up, doesn't look very normal today
So I give a little smile and he gives one back
Then he walks by
sparking, live conscious, run in apartments
I take these dude as serious as I take Martin Lawrence
Never harness deepened darkness, little bit of air, I
somethin' up
By the time I hit Chick Chicken (yeah)
In my black Ralph tracky, got my flicky on my waist
Call my shots, and my little fuckin' phone here
just pressed
Will be gripped by the DJ's fingertips
Slipped out of the crate, out the sleeve
Laid on the technique and played out my speak-ers
Ears glued
the hell can't I help this man
with the nerve to approach me with an empty hand
Put some money in them little envelopes for charity
It could be me in 5 years
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