Lyrics:
feet
Staring like they want me to beat
This New York rap, I'm on the other side of the map
Nahh nigga place rap with a bitch on my lap
Back to back
negative feedback
Naysayers can hate we concentrate to bring belief back
Into ourselves into the world into the rap game
Emcees are miserable that means
Rap to the nigga dealing hard who live in the jects
Til some better nigga wit her, ain't delivered 'em yet
My mouth is, but I got a pistol bigger than
yo)
Shake ya body 'til it break
Ayy, yo, dude's mad (what happen?)
Been in this game for a while
I been, mindin' my business sellin' 'cane for
between love and hatred
The game is ill-natured; it's nothing sacred
Aiyyo, it's funny when I see some rap niggas due to make it
A few'll blow up, or go
to know you, and be the reason you smile
Girl you know where I'm from, you know how I get down
When times get tough, tell me that I'm special
Not rap, I
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
dollars on a crap game
Get a hundred million out the rap game
Tryna make a billion before I'm
Forty and they love me
In the bay because I keep it real E-40
Whats up
(Don't let go)
If you love ta bang bang
And the rap game is just like the dope game
The minute you forget it, forget it you finished
Them
You live by the gun die by the gun
Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run
From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K
In the heart of the slums that's
running
Just keep me coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm your dog
So whenever you call
I come running
She's impressed by a fat
negative feedback
Naysayers can hate we concentrate to bring belief back
Into ourselves into the world into the rap game
Emcees are miserable that means
Roc-A-Wear on my leg, Envy on the beat
I made my first mill' off papi on the hill
I made in the rap game speakin on the reels (that's real)
I'm bling cause
you didn't know what the goal was?
Shine, remote control blinds
That turn on the time lapse, controlled by the iPad
Ah, my living room rap scream
Intro
Rap by R.Kelly
(feat. R. Kelly, Fabolous)
[R. Kelly]
Y'all know what this is
so bob your heads, yeah
ladies it's your boyfriend
or Casket (Look)
I been known to Shake n Move
I been making loot, Since The Paper Route
Now, everything I do, is a Pay per View
Surrounded by Love and Hate,
my, feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my
Changed the game with that
to mack
To uphold the pimping, I was sworn to that
I hear a lot of shit talking when I listen to rap
Only a few MC's get to hang that plaque
On the wall
She said, "You left your kids, and they just like you
They want to rap and make soul beats just like you
But they just not you" and I just got through
game it ain't the same, so don't cry baby
Just sit by Mixxy, but dimed us cam D
So I stack my backpack (for the raps), going to Cali (comin back)
Tricks
across seas on glaciers
Four shotguns that got fucked by Geisha
Still gracious, still able to twist out darts
Just grew tougher skin from swimming with
Uh, Fiji water granddaddy purp
Excuse me I let the semi-automatic burp
Blood game muthaf-cka call me red alert
Young Carter kill in order,who get
By the code, the game a decade old
I'm livin' like Ox, big-ass house, weed nuggets in the bowl
I don't watch soccer, but I like the jerseys
They
to have to ride but in this game
I guess that’s just the way
I guess that’s just the way have it your way
I’m from, Chi town
Where the raps the realest
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