Lyrics:
back in private,
I put my soul in my music pray the labels don't find it,
These niggas testing me and me I never missed the assignment,
And if I fall
the music in 09
Now im back and better
Im changing the weather
Somebody gotta step up
Bring this game to another level
Check the sweat on my sweater
They say
the others
No one can stop her when she takes another step
Melanie claps her hands and music fades away
She rubs her shiny shoes, morning is becoming true
the
Your life, your life, your life, your life
Juice boxes cornrows in kindergarten Way before this music thing ever started
Ms. Silvy gramcrackers
We the Best Music (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Another one (yeah-yeah, mm-mm, mm-mm)
DJ Khaled
He a bitch, he runnin', he screamin' for help
We gon'
radio'd for back up cars
So we could put this crook behind bars
Another criminal off the streets
Another D.J. back to his beats
I walked in the club and I
it's sort of...an addiction,
Magnatized by the mixing
Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in
The mic is a drano, volcanoes erupting,
Rhymes
Money in the air as mo' fell
Grab you by your coattail
Take you to the motel, ho sale
Don't tell, won't tell
Baby say, "I don't talk Dogg"
Then she
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
and fame
They can put you on the field (Yeah)
But you won't get in the game (Wo no)
How many suckers knew that before they came (Woo yeah)
Now you know
thing I gotta do is hit my wrist with the soda
Niggas thought it was over, but bitch I live by the slogan
I told you
Hop in another one nigga
Get
Million dollars worth of a game put in two sixteens
I tend to keep a space in haters heads living rent free
Some will say i never made it but I'm
when I tried to say I'll take
Seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47
A revolver and a 9
"I'd die for you, " that's easy to say
We
them, if you want that Red October- but
Legally, we gotta both sign that contract
Mark Parker i'mma put Mark Parker
All on that Summer
Jam screen and by
shot, bitch
Let's fuck up the program
Get stopped by cops, smoking on Rosecrans
Make a little cash
They wanna put me in a toe tag
Thrown and locked in
fine
Cause if I really want to battle I will put out a nine
You can see that Scott La Rock and I are mentally binded
In other words we're both
Vacay
Kaitie Wade
Written by: Kaitie Wade
Another day another dollar
Another worn out pair of shoes
Yeah the boss man's been a bother
I need
spreaded throughout my crew
Well, you all know TJ Swan who sang on my records
"Make the Music", "Nobody Beats the Biz", well, check it
Back in the days
I like ya little sexy style
Love it when you getting wild (I see you)
Girl in the club with me
(Come over here, let me talk to you for a minute, I
Except a certain female with all new features
But I knew not her name
By this time the sun was preparin'
For another appearance, the sky was pure red
name
I think you made me fall in love again
[Z-Ro - over Chorus]
Okay
Screwed Up Click
Yeah
[Z-Ro]
Whenever you need a nigga call me up I'm
righteousness
Know what I'm sayin'
A wise man told me evil was lurkin' and if you found it
Try your best to not put yourself around it
'Cuz when you in it
$hort baby, I don't play that jack
One young tender lost all hope
Slapped her in the face with my dunkey rope
Another young sucker tried to front my
fine
Cause if I really want to battle I will put out a nine
You can see that Scott La Rock and I are mentally binded
In other words we're both
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