Lyrics:
copied the rhymes
Y'all done stole the artwork
Tried to emulate my shit-talkin'
Weezy and Dram' we are the Mixtape Blueprint
Hahaha! You welcome
made a list
Nigga always breakin' in and he never leave a print
And I never shaved a brick, ok, now I'm talkin' shit
Where that bakin' soda mix? Raise
Six shit
Ay yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
(DatPiff dot com, world premiere)
Six nigga, Dedication 6, nigga
Six nigga, six nigga, Dedication 6,
get you some money
Young nigga gon' get him some money
Young nigga gon' feed your fam
Shit, young nigga ain't tryna be hungry
Young nigga you doin'
Jack, wish he was out in February
Perfect time to come out for the album drop
But this shit a throwaway
I got 'em sweatin' off a throwaway
Man, this
and downers (woo)
I'm into stuff like doublin' commas
Find me a brother who's solid
To count the shit up and then bust the shit down
If the cops hit us up,
put them shits on me (ay, ayy)
I'm 'bout to put 'em all on me (woah, ay)
And ain't gon' buy no bitch Celine (ay, yeah)
And ain't gon' buy no more
The rich way
You know what I mean, I'm full of this shit ya digg
It's dripping all over me (Pluto)
Yeah, tell you like this
I'ma ride for
side, Kim K
White girl, through The Bay, my hood, I'm Mac Dre
Bitch, if money talks why you niggas never say shit?
If sky's the limit, why I'm ridin'
Damn, aww, shit
All my niggas chillin' in the VIP
Poppin' bottles, you can't have a sip
Smokin' loud, you can't have a hit
Damn, aww, shit
All
on some shit like
I'm at home on the track, nigga, this my shit
Try to spit my clip, you might get hit and divided
Uh, kill shit, I'ma talk about it
Uh, yeah
Some regular degular, bloody bars
I swear to God, they ain't wanna see me leave the club
Got up on my shit and now they scared to show
that you, fuck it you don't hear me
Look, ayo, I walk along this long harbor of life and sit on the piers
Reflect on my pain and shit on my fears
You forgot my style
Flowers, a funeral service, a kid's in the coffin
It sound so familiar, don't it happen so often?
The shoot-out shit
Yeah, this nigga think we hoes or somethin' my nigga
Shit, man what the, lemme talk to the motherfucker
How hard we really motherfucker is in this
the city)
Kill the competition, no pity (no pity)
Me and Kendrick 'bout to run shit ('bout to run shit)
We don't say we did shit 'cause we done shit (done
Shit change, bitches change, niggas change
We never change, we never change
Shit change, bitches change, niggas change
We never change, never
shit
That's just not how real niggas do shit
Ooouuu, ooouuu
These haters on my body, shake 'em off
Yea they hate but they broke though (They
(Doin' what it 'pose 2do)
I see that big ass
(Doin' what it 'pose 2do)
When you walk pass
(Doin' what it 'pose 2do)
You know my shit shine
(Doin' what it
All hail to the West coast, I am the grand wizard
The West coast warlord and the future is today
'Cause tomorrow that shit never come
I worry 'bout
Touch me right there
Party over here, ain't shit over there!
[Busta Rhymes]
See how I'm drilling 'em baby?
It's Bus-a-Bus back bitch, I'm killing
Now $hort! I know you didn't think that shit was over,
you little ugly ass nigga!
Too $hort...
Nothin' can save ya
ain't no love, $hort (4x)
Now
ain't shit)
No interruptions only testin'
(But I do)
Uh, prove that I'm smooth with an aseditive
Bumpin' just a little bit better than my competitor
Hard
a smart nigga
Figured if he put me on the spot
Wit hot shit bubble me up til I rock
Come put me on the block
In a new form and new sound
For ja rule
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