Lyrics:
Ey yo man, my labelmate Don Newkirk
Man step to him
Thanks Serch!
And now for the Prime Minister
Sinister Pete N-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-hice!
with this Drac' (blrrt, blrrt)
He must wanna die, he keep dissin', that's all I gotta say (all I gotta say)
Slice him like a pie, leave him missin',
f**k a gram
Ain't used to do it
Now he gotta plan
Damn
He was young
Ain't used to smoke
Maybe on a black wood tip
Thought it was cool
Had retraced his
real shit
The got love for Tone cause he make em feel shit
Other DJs like to steal shit
But when we see em
They be frontin like it's love, no it
Tagged him and outlaw some magazine
Call him lonesome, ornry and mean
That's a part of him that we'd never seen The man from Littlefield
When he left us
how a G play
Especially when them hoes shakin' that ass and a DJ
Hip hop had do it big give him some leway
N security stop trippin' and you niggas be
Now I have a story that I'd like to tell
About this guy you all know him, he had me scared as hell!
He comes to me at night after I crawl into bed
he used to go to school he was loved by many
Pupils, teachers even the lunch time ladies
And every girl wanted him
But he was a pimp
Used to look fly
stuntin' wit his wrist all rocked up
Shoulda seen him smile, missin' the tooth
Coupe missin the roof
He like "What up, 50?"
I'm like "What up with you"
Lance
the other way 'round
He said "no matter what happens at home,
I feel like the military could be my way out"
Didn't doubt him for a second he spoke
He got his
kill them both
She's distracted by her ex-boyfriend
Who just sat down across the bar
The DJ is in a mood
She just played all of Kid A
Fate's cast
You've so much activate him
Well my ears are shot
'Cause I bet he's got a hundred thousand watts
And a dozen amps
'Cause it breaks my lamps
Each
chains round the neck
He ever seen her before, her face don't connect
No, so keep it on the low, go
Seizes her by the arm
Looks right into the eyes cause
sing like dej you could always try me
40 put his a** to bed like he f**k wit jaquees
Two Twin 40s on me so they call me Siamese
Imma hot young n***a I
God I finally made it
My beat is Uptown, no, I won't trade it
Makin big bucks and none's drug-related
My DJ's Ready Red, and he could never be imitated
with another
So why
He knows that I really love him
But when the DJ plays my song
Oh I belong
It’s killing me
So don’t play my song
(In the name
freaky it was
Everything ya wanted cause I can't be weak yeah, baby, that's it, do the split
Freak nasty all on my tip I took it to my dj, fresh on wax
Two-thousand election,
Moderate Republican,
Lost the popular vote,
By only half a million.
Al Gore got more votes,
But guess who was on top of him
hard just to make my dreams
Everybody saying don't believe
Tell these n*****s just to wait and see
Want the biggest yard by the f**ing sea
It's real talk
on doubting me )
They Clicking up like they remotes they steady watching me
But I got NINc by side and he got a Mac with cheese (he gotta Mac with cheese )
praying he's alive then
As she gets there, Jaden's crying in the street
Police are trying to stop him but he's blinded by his grief
And while Jaden
Idc bout who he is, just know that he ain't this
Wanna bag bad b*****s so he dress like him
Wanna rock bandanas around his head like him
Tryna play for
the flesh
[all three] With master four he doesn't rhyme but he can cut it up fresh
He's the DJ, he's Easylee
Give him a play, cause he cuts for the Three
"Free Boona," fuck what he did, yeah
I was raised by myself, I don't need guys
I was trappin' by myself in my Levi's
Sold a four, how you broke my
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