Lyrics:
niggas, me & Mikey in the cut, popped out like yo soul (Nigga)
Givin' O.B.E's by the 3's, yea that's you, nigga, on the flo'
If I was you I'd just float,
spin around, I'm the new kid in town
Yeah it's coming soldier,
April the month it's over
Yeah your run is over
The album is done I told you
What
How ya album doin'?
I'm gettin' cake off of my latest
Anticipated like the iPhone
Respected in any city that I roam
Summertime
Wintertime
the whip up like E.B. White
Keep it tight, clean, like light's off
Hopped on a track that was made by JB
If your name is Judah then you have the beats
I'm
Sling dope sling crack and them E pills
That's why I'm on the low like a damn navy seal, I'm running
Got to live for today cause tomorrow ain't promised
tha street, yeah I did it fo' tha struggle ho'
Now on my time, I'm gon' do it fo' my daughter tho
Even if I have to rob and lay a nigga on tha flo
women pulling on my clothes, froze
I'm the lyrical debt, everyone I see-E-Os/see-he-owes
The illest of flows they fear, 'cause no rapper could stop me
I'm
Hey, Em, it's Paul
Uh, I was listening to the album
Good fucking luck, you're on your own
Guess who's back, back again?
Shady's back, tell
vor Primark entführt
Drive-By, Schüsse aus der Beifahrertür
Meine T-Shirt-Größe kann nicht jeder Mensch anziehen
Denn sie hat mehr ,X‘e als ein
like
Put the mic down nigga
Aye
Another album in the mix
I'm bout to have them looking sick
Established underground rapper
Still will go platinum in this
the south on the map like Eazy-E did Compton
Hoo-ride with these gangbangers (gangbangers)
No Limit Soldiers, mercenary killas keep one up in the chamber
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
motherfuckers
(See I)
Ich hör Gangstatexte, Gangsta Rap
(I keep it gangsta)
Auf CD und I'm Auto, I'm Tapedeck
(Ridin by)
Durch die Stadt, Gangstamucke bei
plentiful
Tested by the wise yes bitch I'm fool proof
Projecting my demise
Bullet proof vest
In the middle of the shoot out
I survived, not surprising'
Death
to
You'll wonder where I'll go to
Go to next
Go to ne-e-e-e-ext
It's 10 AM in Doraville, I'm asking the question
Is this really where I'm headed?
Is it my
sat, 'til about half past midnight
Clock struck one, time to get right
Beat bop on, tilted over to the side
Tank on E and I was still gonna ride
a Corvette
Watch your boy blow up in front
Of your eyes: war vet
Give the fans nuttin' but fire
Now they want more of it
E'rybody want my album
It ain't in
an album, get classes
[Chorus]
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns come through
verse 2 : Without a warning B*tch I'm spazzing with 9 we don't give a f*ck where they stay b*tch we jump out gang e.b.k anybody can get it & we ain't
ain't know, you're aware
Tell that h*e to leave it there
Put it on the flo', this' as low as it go'
You can laugh but this really ain't a joke
And I'm
say "Fuck him!" for doing the tracks
Matter of fact, fuck Fat Beats, for doing the wax
I'ma diss you via e-mail and then through a fax
I'ma diss you by
go to waste how shameful
I'm eating my feast full, plentiful
Tested by the wise yes bitch I'm fool proof
Projecting my demise...
Bullet proof vest in
go, giocanna eyes low
Two-way E, tell 'em to meet us at Roscoes
Ball til I Fall, that's my motto
In LA, NY even in Flo
Sittin on 'tractin rims
wit'
my
Kids to Chuck E cheese with the money
Say I won't bring my own bottle of
Pellegrino to the movies with me
Say I won't look, I'm from an era of
Fast
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