Lyrics:
at the Apollo
Check the promoter for my quota
Money quench my thirst like Dr Pepper soda
[Mike G]
Recognise by the ?G' at the end of the name
The aroma in
your attitude G
Listen to me, the judge seein your case is a thirty-three degree
Maybe you can find your pops, a thirty-three degree
And see if you
gotta turn this fuckin' album in, man
It's been three years
Freddie has himself holed up in a fuckin' suite in Vegas
I know he's tryna charge us for
Running To The Candy Lady in 2930
Mrs Punkin House, on The 3rd Flo
Y’all Remember The penny Shoestrings Jo Remember Them Penny Shoestrings
Who Remember
know why these man are
Messing with the team
When not even Rooney would risk it
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J
is divided into 3 parts, my family, my friends, and my inspirations
By hearing this 18 songs you will know my feelings... my thoughts
This is a very
then I think it's time you learn
For there is not the problem
So leaders are acknowledged, I don't follow them
I turn into another degree
And find
process)
Yeah, yeah, no, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh-oh, oh-oh, no
All my G's fit to testify (yeah)
Hennessy when we gettin' high
At the scene
It's The Unit man
Nobody do it like we do it you nahimsayin'?
Straight G's nigga, G's up nigga
Infamous Mobb Deep nigga
Y'all know what time it
representin' VP, you know how we do
You 'bout to say to yourself, what what
Say one, then some
The paper, can't understand, uh
One degree says, she can't
Every degree, of this three-see-ix-to-e
We maintain Son and carry on officially
From troubled projects to the shores of Tripoli
I speak prolifically, I
to burn up then turn up like Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo
Guess who its me
The B I Z my 3rd eye free the more I see
And the more I think the lower I sink
Beyond
that kisses blow
Because by the end of the game
You'll see trophies, medals, Mexican waves
And your ten man on the stage like
Victory’s Tottenham's,
(Yeah, keep tryin' me)
I'm still the type to gon' and slap the fucking shit outta you bro!
3rd quarter drop so tell yo' niggas I'm comin' with it
And this
the full time whistle
Blows without no mistletoe
You'll be praying that kisses blow
Because by the end of the game
You'll see trophies, medals, Mexican waves
exit the old style, enter's the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
There's Harry, Dick,
dogs instead of Mike Vick?
What if Arnold would just let Tookie get life?
What if B.I.G. missed the party, what if 'Pac missed the fight?
What if you
To top three
From Whittington to Apathy to Dropout and then Graduate
That's just some shit you've never seen
To B.I.G.
To E-L-I-T-E
That's Elite Shit
I
down like that
Stunt up on me
You get the 3rd degree
Straight burned by a wolf like me
Turn me into a tyrant
Go on and test me
Blazin' fast when unruly
of the best tricks
In the game
And they came strong
But I hanged on
To this ring
And I hope my son don't sing the same song
(Hook Repeat)
(3rd Verse)
Quincy J
another one dud and is dismissed
Kitty guard your grill, well be for real, you ain't built
I'm silly-ho smacking MC's on a ninety degree tilt
The reason
the city with the G-block stainers
And we got adopted by some fifth ward strangers
You know what it means when I twist these fingers
Me and you been
IG Reels,
I just signed like three deals,
Aye, I'm big stepping,
G.A.R.P. Worldwide is what I'm repping,
I remember when y'all slept in,
But I'm
people wanna hop on my D
That's fine by me
Thinkin' that your barrage is gonna end me
That's fine by me
'Cause I got the game on lock
Swallow the key and I
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