Lyrics:
my nigga, let me ask this question
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)
Uh when shit hit the fan,
cbout five years ago, I dropped my 1st album “Paper Chasing”
Inspired by Nicki Minaj, who I believe is the Queen of Hip Hop
Because of her, I knew I
personal number
Soon to be explained in future interviews or instances
By listening to this album, you are literally
And I cannot stress this enough
box
We'd skip school, hit open campus and watch out for street cops
Now I'm known around the town as that nigga that raps
From the hills that made high
everybody's scared cause the damage that I've done with two songs
Is probably more than their album did
Be afraid, be afraid I'mma get'cha
Little Lab's
I've been hit, I've been hit by your love
I've been hit, I've been hit by your love
I've been hit, I've been hit by your love
I've been hit, I've
Duck and Sally inside
They're cooking for the down five
Who're staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking up her pig pen
I'm searching for my
getting pass-ons, be by-gones
Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
We feel this way every single day all day
So make way
Was
{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run,
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
My name is Joe Roberts I work for the State
I'm a sergeant out on Perenville, barracks No. 8
I've always done an honest job, honest as I could
sick
My net worth get the bank grossed out
No I.D. up on the beat, but 6ix, he killing, no doubt
This a revelation, memories when I drive the M5
not playin', understand what I'm sayin'
Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin'
Takin' no shorts, so I'm vital sign
You can tell by my lines that
{NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Okay.. this album has been funded
By the Blastmaster KRS-One Fund
Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah!
You know what? We're gettin {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Okay,
Tryna live my life any way I like it
Never let a simp' nigga mess up my eye lid
Something 'bout yo' eyes, they
Hit me by surprise, shit
Feelin' hella
Clyde
Always down ta ride
Romeo and Juliet
Homicide or suicide
She was always by my side
Like my forty 5ive
Look into her eyes
My heart come alive
to ride out
He's talking 'bout he's ending me
Drop a tape late
Imagine if that shit drop tomorrow?
Five months ahead of these niggas
My shit just hit
went by, then days went by
I seen niggas gettin' hit
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by
We was slingin' that shit
Then days went
A pistol shot at five o'clock
The bells of heaven ring
Tell me what you done it for
No I won't tell you a thing
Yesterday I begged you
Before I hit
Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin'
Takin' no shorts, so I'm vital sign
You can tell by my lines that I'm gettin' mines
in eighty-nine, because I'm
um
And I’ve watched that by the way
It’s been cool to see how
Are you enjoying that
KW: - Enjoying what?
PW: I’m thinking of a way to put it…How
Are
shit, bet I live for it
For this moment
Had to vent so I hit up the big homie
Niggas don't even buy albums
But niggas still do anything for a deal,
pride
And then she'd bring out that worn out family album
Its faded pictures some with corners torn
She'd laugh and poin and tell me funny stories
the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta do what I do
When I do, what I
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