Lyrics:
it sound like heaven well
Seven six five four three two one
JD what the deal is? Lemme get some
How many occasions you and your liasons
our groove
My magic man my Brooklyn boy I wonder
I rub your shoulders and impress that you was under
Late night rides out to sunrise
Catch
Area's dense with the flow from the sentence
Engine powered by five hundred horses
Press by a threat of joint forces
For emcee's who spit rap
how I’m on the fritz
You should watch your fucking mouth cuz if I’m given any lip
I’ll rip you into piece limb by limb
I’ll keep taking L’s till I get
when at a show
The Klan couldn't keep the man from makin' mo'
Better blues, kinda confused here's the news
These grooves is better than your blue
your day
V1
Rooster by the window
Drifter palms gently sweep and sway
Don't be stubborn
Kick off those covers
Dip your toes in the lapping waves
And so do eye
Rappin since 5th grade, I ain't no new guy
High school did a project on graffiti art
Laid it out on a chart from the very very start
But I gotta win nah I can't look back
Unless she Seki then I gotta look back right?
Then I gotta look back right?
You got the wrong info go and get your
For those in the past who dissed me don't deny it
What? Your sorry? Don't even try it
Word man
People are a trip
Putting everybody down what's up
to get set up, by a crooked cop
So I'm sittin back, rhyming on instrumentals
Anything I touch, it turns monumental
Me and Jerry Wonder, we keep it credible
move groove it’s the nigga oh
Throw ya sets if you with ya crew
and gon’ two step if you brought your boo
and if you by yourself you can act a fool
its
Daddy-O slipped me some cause my breath stank
White gold, but no accounts in Swiss banks
Think tanks once rolled on the city streets
I used to meet your
A thousands parts a pound of heart an ounce of eyes
Announcing now the doubt in mouth pronounces a count of lies
Chocula counts by the counts of 5
your bitches, shack your bitches
I pimps up, smack my bitches
You want to fuck trick your bitches
I duck flip my bitches, get that cash with that
an ounce like this
I touch down then I found my niche
It sound like this
If you feel me put your speakers up
I was taught from early on
To go and get
Ahhhhhhh
Speak my mind
Just to reach your mind
Tap a tempo off the instrumental
Just to get the drum line
You know it's my time
Reel up
and a rich bitch
I got niggas still be robbing on that lick shit
Air it out extended clip get your shit hit
Dope bowl stirring coke extra whip whip
50 Cent
Better keep your hammer right by your side
I gave you the best flows
On top of that, I even made niggas set goals
I want to know how many bullets can
a rhythm this sick
You don't wanna miss this switch
Night or day - when your work is all play
Keep the drama at bay
Gotta take a flight by plane
Heading
sale
Pistol in your mouth like a root canal
Aston with the missing roof, pissin' Vueve (vroom)
Put ten on your head, I bet they get you soon
CamTong Productions
Quiik, this shit is getting folded
Rather go against twelve then get carried by six
Ginobli, i made a play off the bench
Your
much
God damn, I pay for dental plans, man
[Chorus]
[Chingy]
Get it, get it girl, it's your world, I'm a squirrel, (squirrel)
Searching for
I'll be your midnight horror
Need a flat top? Come to Scoob, I'm the barber
Of Da Ville
And that's right
Try to step to us, watch what you get
the city,
The nitty gritty, always together like titties.
By any chance that I do get burnt,
You better believe that I'm comin' back, just like a tax
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