Lyrics:
crashed in like 4 days
Liquor got me goin' more craze
Left the record by Scorces'
I lie and say the world's yours
I put my mama in a million dollar
Race
My record about to drop out
I'm wet so I brought my mop out
Deadly eye like a cyclops
Laser beams just like on black ops
Ten rounds and then
point, the habit apprievin'
No hope to find, that you're misbehavin'
Link your crupid, fuck your brewin'
Flash the burgers on your crewin'
'cause
to keep me underground I was a project baby
Let the drugs take me away and now I can't take it
Gotta keep shit off the record for the twelve come take me
I
dance, dance to the beat of the drum
We can move, move, move until our body is numb
Sing, sing, sing put our records on
And we'll dance, dance, dance til
chasing success I’m big faithing it
We the ones embracing the legacy then erasing it
Balls up put that fye down and showtime nigga
Couple games off
to your king I'm in the black boots
The beat's runnin' like a Benz in the fast lane
Over do it, put your speakers in a freeze frame
Watch the bunny while
to the rhythm come on
Crash into the color of your mind
I can feel it in my soul
Live on the record put the album on rewind
Rock n roll to the rhythm come
Let's get, I can't wait to trick man
It's gonna be so sweet
Still like, "Can you hit it with your OVO goose on?"
I'm like, "What are you on?"
Told
The quality of the work you put into achieving your goals dictates the impact those goals Will have On the future you are hoping for
My ultimate goal is
fronting MC, I hate to cap
You make hit records and you still can't rap
I said it before, I'll say it again
You don't belive me, ask your fans
When I
help you when you
Got on your feet
How you gon' sell a million records with no album release
Every time I get in the booth, it's like I'm out
Can you feel me
Am i on your mind
Cuz your on mine
Every night
Spinning like a
Needle on a record
Can i see you
For a second
Oh
Are you near me
Can
it's 6 in the mornin'
Should I stay, ain't got no time to play
Put my ??? by my t-shirt
Then I break, to the door
My partner's three deep in a six-four
be risin'
Risin', risin', risin' like the cream
Stiggidy stiggidy stiggidy still, stiggidy standin' for the team
We put three in the head
Ladies and gentlemen
This here is another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the record on
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
Ladies and gentlemen
This here is another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the record on
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
he's just your run-of-the-mill dragon, you know.
St. George: Mmm-hmm. Yes, Sir. You can go now.
Knave: Hey, by the way, how you gonna catch him?
St.
and radio and poster hype
Now that 3,000 people lost their jobs, I'm a see how your record do
But you're stuttering out your boo boo, can't give a decent
did your other five
Put the gun aside, my nigga, you ain't the one to shoot
Big guns, nigga, you got locked for a 22
Pussy gotta keep a gun on his
I'm talkin' hours
He just talkin' minutes
He gon' put you in his black book
I'll put you in the Guinness
Book of world records, Shawty I'm already
your dirt by yourself, your friends be the ones telling
I knew it broke my mother's heart to know her son selling
I had coke in my dresser, trifling
duct tape stretched out
Ducked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out
Put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?
Oh, you
I'm the minstrel man, the cleaning man
The pole man, the shoeshine man
I'm a nigger man, watch me dance
I put the lyrics on the paper with
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