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Yo, you know what
The next Wu-Tang album ain't even coming out until 2000
You know what I mean
That's just gonna come back with a comet
You
feel about it supa wifey
Tell 'em how you used to play Beyoncé albums
Now you learned all the rap shit that I be on
Supa wifey balenciaga uniform
Supa
So unaffectionate, so insecure
You claim to know
A thing or two about heartache
And what it's like
To have your insides torn out
And I believe
Woodrow Speed put a bullet in his head
flushing them out of the eagle's nest
Kept on shooting then he laughed and said
We're going all the way like
right)
We the best, so we marching like
They follow me
Okay, it's blood sweat and tears, it'd be the realest shit I ever wrote
Never stop or giving
wasn't for the PJ's y'all probably never heard of me
Y'all be like, "Who the hell is Wyclef, and what's a Fugee?"
I'd probably be standin on a corner,
gotta pig style
I ate on all y'all beats they said I pigged out
They said they'd come hair too until I wigged out
Gotta calm down for Illuminati
to Ultra 85
Woo
What's up? What's happenin'? Bitch, we live
Probably thought you'd never see the day of Ultra 85
It's been a minute, but, baby, yeah,
niggas get chalked like hop-scotch
On my block
I'm in ko-hoots with what's goin on
Take me out the hood but the hood will never leave me, I'm holdin
baby push that GT G loot
Now what it do, ya baby show the platinum twos
Ain't playin' wit me homie let the eagle shoot
Now what it do, yeah baby young
out
The whole country by Khaled to rap on BET
Guess he saw me as the best man
619 to 858 to 760 I'm reppin'
San Diego to all you foreign
Daygo's what we
didn't say nothin' 'bout a Snickers bar.
She drinks sweet milk by the gallon,
And she'd never eat a salad or a lean cuisine.
Then she'll lay spread out
bars
All thought out and all are smart
I tend to pick apart sick art when I am in cars
Throw on a fuckin’ album and spark the blunt like cigar
Sometimes
coming out of mouth,
And the 42 D's,
Coming out her blouse,
So baby, daddy coming in,
Game get out the house
(Chorus)
Keep one eye open,
Cause
how the refs say
We touch em and we come out tussling
The ghetto is my garden of eden
So I keep bobbing and weaving
It's intense so I'm hardly breathing
Guidelines that keep niggas inside of fabrics
Commissioned by the state, I skate by the masters
Like "Yoo-hoo" with a new-new ridin' passenger
Shout out Oak
fraudulent, I can tell a pussy by his scent
So sorry, but the van got tipped
And out is how I'm lookin', I'm lookin' out for my people
I'm fly like I'm
and the Pound, we don't F around
Relax your mind and let your conscience be free
And get down, stomping grounds is the L-B-C
I slid up out the game and MCs got
open my mouth shit that's the sound
They go "Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
[Rick Ross]
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
close up with the Louisville Slugger
BGeezy is the hustla, ignorant motherfucker
I was taught how to bust heads by the best head busters
Cluckers, you
I'm tryin' to hear some of that mob
Make it sound like a gorilla tryin' to get up out the trunk
(Yeah, well let's get this shit crackin then)
pumpin' 93 say, "What's up
Church?" when I ride by in
That blacked out Ford GT
They write me stuff in my PO
Tell me 'bout their broken homes
Tell me 'bout
Smuggle it out in a stock of fennel
Caught and condoned like a criminal
Trapped and found by the gods
Tied to a tree and left for eternity
Eagles peck my
hear Craig Mack, Notorious B.I.G.
Latifah, Heavy D, you should reminisce of me
Some say it's Naughty By Nature-'hip-hop in all its glory'
A fleet
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