Lyrics:
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
berattas, stack cheddar
When the Village was termed the Felix Mitchell, D and Black era
Real goodfellas, the whole Ville was down for whatever
Protected by
ain't nothing better than love, go get it from your man
Iced out G where my heart used to be (bitch)
I smoke a nigga then show up while they reading his
it out of your check"
First album makes noise overseas, finally makin' some G's
Paying our rents, now my granny is pleased
Up next, Low End Theory,
dance like if I was Albert Alien
People just love it when the Biz starts to play
With my (beatboxing), and by the way
Skeezing with a girl is
man
Talk that shit go walk on a hike man
Talk that shit get slept by the gang
Big Exl now remember the name
Got that fire ima take it and aim
Lyrical
By the way we keep it G got the hoes choosing
Check the score nigga no we ain't the ones losing
Choppin' blades while I'm Saturday night cruising
a step gotta get away
Back on this shit and I'm wide awake
Pitch black the shit that I go through, wait
Bitch I'm a dragon to the soul
Fly by with
asleep
You know you're ghetto when you think you represent
But them niggas on your block ain't spendin' a red cent
And tryin' to buy your album (nigga
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.(Strictly this game)
Verse 2 *(Black C)*
This rap game is what I'm talkin bout
I'm makin clout
and got G's in my bank accout
so what you thinkin bout?
on G's bitch I only do it for the P's
And I ain't never goin broke man I put that shit on me like dang
Breezy really stuck up in his ways I got a 7.62 my
your cake and eat it too
Don't keep it G with nobody
You just be playing with your food
See through your tactics and disguises
I'm sorry daddy made you
Aye hoppin out the Benz six move left chick
Got myself a rollie on the wrist no maverick
Stickin with the baddest like a G.O.D I go out damn I'm
album
Na me and fuzzy dey run am
Abeg you come for
Na me and fuzzy dey run am
Abeg you come for
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
G's
Yeah
Na the song dey draw me
I work
eatin' sick
And G's leakin', believe me
Defeat demons, see weepin
No competition, I'm the best in this bitch
With a Mexican chick, I'll be sexin' her
Chicago style is 12 below
Tell me where they sell Girbaud's nigga never sell your soul
Your albums like those finger waves lyrically a green beret
Rip
walk by
Fought by, ran from feds and got caught by
And the all-time problem when it's all lies
The bullshit's always the centre
Of the bullseye
Hey look,
the Nineteen Naughty Nine MC
Microphone controller, master of ceremonies
So remember why you hate me
I'm Naughty By Nature you're Severed By
I got my city on my back, I got my brodie by my side
I got a 30 in my strap, for anyone talking on the other side
I got a 40 rack in my pocket,
Track Title - AIRBORNE
Album Title- “R & R: ALPHA”
(a SurvivalMode Music & Media Production/Joint Task Production)
mixed & mastered by: G
the next album that I drop will be the story that defines me (Who I am)
'Cause I am not my sin I’m not a captive
I am not the product of the wrongs that I
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
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