Lyrics:
ain't always what it seem
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people,
to use it
I mean that's the whole reason
So right when you snap
You're left with a couple choices
Hang it up to dry
Or take it to make some oil with
And by
makes legal and illegal things clear
Indeed, we have sent it down as an Arabic Qur'an, in order that you may understand
We relate to you, O Muhammad,
the dice
Don't want no bad business all my plugs they keep it clean
Don't want no bad business you just want to see me bleed
You try to fuck with us all be
It's OK, they're clean
Well, I checked into my room and I turned down the A/C
And I turned on the SpectraVision
And I'm just about to eat that
clean
Yes I may be a dirty old man by the time I can beat down this dirty old scene
But if I ever get my break
I'm gonna make my break clean
I've
out
[Hook 2x]
[Verse 2]
[B Stille]
We makes it hot for 'em, feel the flames
Who separate the real from lames
Yeaga be Stille's his name
boil it clean
A bullet in linguistics
That only we can breathe
Now, I got a prayer that'll make you theirs now
Beneath sepulchers
Raise your
Whether you like it or not,he's back
D-A-double D-why Fat Sacks
Ridin' in the Cadillac
Beatin' like some beat it up
The game dun' changed Out-
Kast
to something doin it like like it’s nothin
Bliv dat no doubt get th kickback
I ain’t like fat joe bt I still I can make em lean back
Had to kill it on impact
that fat cock
We like, bam, guess who stepped in the room
Five pounds deep with a bottle of boons
Ghetto tycoons, makin' money thousands by noon
Nigga,
right at the Truth commercial
Some days I don't want to be bothered
Some days I just miss my father
And even if by a miracle he makes it half way out
It
sippin' that purple rain
I know it makes 'em crazy, it keeps me lazy
When back in '94 when Screw still had his gate up
He called me over to his house
your ass is colossal
Drop that ass make it boomerang
Take my belt off, bitch I'm Pootie Tang
Tippy tow tippy tay you gonna get a tip today
Fuck that
your ass is colossal
Drop that ass make it boomerang
Take my belt off, bitch I'm Pootie Tang
Tippy tow tippy tay you gonna get a tip today
Fuck that
niggas
If you've seen what they've seen, you would wonder
Through the rain and the pain and the thunder
By the time that you realized that it's goin'
We be fly, we be dope
We be fresh,we be clean
We be here, we be there
Getting money, making moves
Out of time, make it fast
Out of space, put it
Espionage amass a-murder
My choice of weapon is a microphone
It's like a burner
Throw it away Illmara
Live another tomorrow
Closer to Heaven like
a rock star
We wanna party like a rap star
In the club, in the house or the backyard, yeah
You make it rain with ones
I make it rain with hunds
it's your last
Yo I'm outta this league
Dare a rapper try and test me
Every move I make is risky
My story should be on ripley's
Believe it or not,
I'm
going down, like the rain
Just know no matter I'mma make or take it
Grinding everyday 'cause your boy ain't waiting
They asking if we got it, but they
tougher than leather
I'm rated number one and I'll rain forever
Some people wear silver and some wear gold
But then I'll snatch it off your neck and diss
on top of yours game as your confidence grows
Never take a short,give-up no slack
You can't make it with a monkey ridin' on your back
Got to get up to get
me out
Don't be talking ima bad bitch (Uh)
Ooh that bitch look mad (Yeah)
Nigga know I'm hot (Uh)
He throwing shade he make it rain for it (Yeah)
When
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