Lyrics:
I want the party jumping to my scene.
I gotta make it move you,
If you know what I mean.
Let's get it started, gotta stack the cream.
I'm making
a tandem
You could come by yourself and you could stand him
Best believe I sweat out weaves, give Afro puffs like R.A.g.e.
You get if you could move it
rap styles coming softer than a cats meow
Red laces, but booted like I'm Iraq bound
That frown will get you ate by my cannibal from sac town
So relax
'em off some bread
They want the whole damn basket
If you's a true homey, you would wish me well
Not plot to make a brother fail, jealous as hell
We
Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy?
I know what's wrong with that crazy motherfucker
He's just stand by the goddamn window
With that
in bed.
I’m oh so precious
I’m a flower
Low hum sung by a choir
And how will I know
If it’s my turn to go
I won’t
Humans they get lonely they get sad
in class, I'ma reach the mass
Strap up, no back up, it's jungle tactics
Living practice, out of line niggas get smacked backwards
So wear it if
on the board
Another rapper shot down from the mouth that roared
1, 2, 3 down for the count
The result of my lyrics, oh yes, no doubt
Cold rock rap, 49er
in class, I'ma reach the mass
Strap up, no back up, it's jungle tactics
Living practice, out of line niggas get smacked backwards
So wear it if
Wonder if they'll catch me
Or will this nigga snitch
Should I shoot his bitch
Or make the nigga rich?
Don't wanna commit murder
But damn they got me
the club jealous oh (bang bang)
Get Farrel for real
I went from pounds and pills
Straight to accounts and deals.
Now everything shiny and steel, tell
snitch niggas
Guess he jealous 'cause I had his favorite bitch with us
Big bucks, steppin' outta big trucks
Steppin' on my feet, it'll get you fucked up
tip
Going down in fame just remember my name
Not a sapoe with a afro
A king with a brain
If a sucker gets beef
And want to battle,let'em
Owww!
Get on down [x3]
[Erick Sermon]
Well, it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get loose
Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots
carried by the big six, domino
Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled by the black menace
K Dot Thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
you can get loose
Get loose, get loose
[Chorus]
Hey shawty, bust it open for me
Let me see you get loose
If you really want to show me that you
ass up
I'ma get in the other car"
"Aight"
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin' to me
I'll ride by and blow ya
still the Fresh Prince
And him and Jeff were still best friends
I guess then's
When I decided to cut class to rap full time
And get the fuck outta this
1985, I arrived
33 years, damn, I'm grateful I survived
We wasn't s'posed to get past 25
Jokes on you motherfucker, we alive
All these niggas
sucked. so if you don't know what it's like
To get your dick sucked, well then just dream.
H-e-a-d
I need a doctor just for me
To suck my dick, like a vet
a razor blade so fast
Other DJ's say, "Damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by
a tear, and it's remindin' me of fear
Rap's been dead so long, so stop denyin' what you feel
Dis payback for the fact that y'all ain't tryin' to keep it
done bein' whack
We got every hand up from the front to the back
If you wonderin' why you just dressin' funny in rap
You need attention dog, there
To hold them, if I got too much on me, I know my niggas can
I keep my circle tight like tops, nothin' corn, no crops
You messy and get cleaned up with
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