Lyrics:
twins
Told'em fassen-up pulled off fast as fuck
My Death Row Chain keep added up
Two on me then three on me now
Four on me now
She like my Death Row
your skirt now
The events that followed had me volley if your hometown would be
Heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possess made you by far
[Royce – over Chorus]
"Rock City Version 2.0" in stores right now
Feel me!
"Dead or Alive" the new album comin in Spring niggaz
If you gonna go buy
played by a honeyDIP
But now I'm on the money TIP so now I call the honeydip honey BITCH
And swing hardcore because that's where I come from (yeah)
I
Sick and tired by the way you do
Good time papa gonna poison you
Sprinkle goofer dust all around your bed
Wake up one of these days, find your own
Brown paper bag (yo khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those
(dial it)
You got to know by now
That I'm really unstoppable
Try now
You'll be silly in a hospital
Lie down
Got the pilly in a lock & load
I'm
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
to come up mathematically
I did it for the city but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck em all they sweat from my balls
If I drop another album I did that
Sick and tired by the way you do
Good time papa gonna poison you
Sprinkle goofer dust all around your bed
Wake up one of these days, find your own
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
The EP first, now followed by an album
This a piece of my soul, a body of work, more than just a little something
Been a year full of drops, full
people or for culture in a
Way so now I always have to have that in my
Mind, that I have, like
A family that I have to protect too
Ellen: Mm hmm yeah
This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye,
As I smoked my pipe in the camp-fire light, and the Glories swept the sky;
up! Get from out my face
Before you get bust quickly!
That's the hip hop, the hibby
I rip it in a minute cause
I'm gifted like December 25th
Now
we'll keep going
Course by course
One by one
Till you shout, "Enough, I'm done!"
Then we'll sing you off to sleep as you digest
Tonight you'll prop
watching as the world goes by
'Cause they don't give a fuck about us
Now if I choose to ride, thuggin' till the day I die
They don't give a fuck about
niggas
Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it with some moet then sip it
Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes
We didn't realize what
sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs
niggas albums, a lot about dropping
Fuck break dancing, our guns do the popping
We don't stop, we drop, shut it down
Rock the undergrounds, cock then gun
corpse identified by your parents
Apparently you a parrot
Mocking me and my blueprint
But I won't share it just make you cop it then call you a sheriff
Even when I was 2 I knew I'd be something.
I thank God because without him none of this would be.
When I was 8 I was on my "Worst Behavior."
By the time
inspected, now we arrested
Attention directed to contents of our intestines
Urinalysis followed by X-rays
Interrogated and detained 'til damn near the next
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