Lyrics:
Chuck
This is intro for the album
If it's basketball, I'll foul 'em
If you get dissed on this track, that was a personal attack
If I had engineer, I'd
the rain I'll heat up
And ya'll can't stop my sunshine, fuck one-time
Got heavy wit gats to push your face back
Trash-ass album sound like you played it
hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass whooped by B2K
I
wrote
Cooked the beat up myself, then ate that bitch on my own
Like pussy fresh out the panties that I cheffed up on the stove
Vavy you’d hate me more if
written by rookies working Montreal Expos
I don't care if you act wild, bring your raps to the studio
I'm a get in your booty, yo
I'm a set up a bag
here to stay, I ain't hiding, got a album on the way
Spend a bag to feel okay and get it back by the day
Dancing with my demons, different reasons
Feel
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
and over
Then you wake up
You still can't believe it you
Know why? Cause you was
Lied to by Google! You was lied
To by Mark Zuckerberg! Mark Zuckerberg
You
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, yeah
Well it's the uhh, uhh, abbrevia-ated letter
Associated with meta-metapho-phores and cheddar cheddar
The C.O.D
In a different stage, I must of went on a rampage
Me and the D.O.C. are always hitting the front page
For what, for stealing and stepping up
This nigga fucked up motherfucking Whitaker
Dang, he caught Whitaker
He caught Whitaker a long time ago
Mike got touched
Then Mike got touched by
turn fact to fuel
Fifty-two, like action news
Action starts by grabbin' cards
Makin' sure they're all there
Next part sayin' what's up to Grandpa
By
some time to give credit where credit due
I know there would never be no me if it wasn't for you
If I had a dollar for every time I was complimented
I'd
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
What's Wrong With Bill - Inspired by swords that kill
Coldhearted, how can a person be taught to feel?
Thoughts concealed by
a blue face
You mad ass hell, it's a closed case
I woke up feeling polite
Don't care 'bout what you say
Alkaline or the D'usse
Either way, we gon' be
watching friends again PLEASE
stream every album out by john lee hooker
watch TJ Hooker or Booker, play snooker
just don't htink about monica's
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
The money it goes up, day by day
And baby, pricks should never say my name
I came, from a place where it's all on
So I'ma take war and lead the boys
hand
Flammable liquids in the lab explode
And you get stabbed with all the flyin glass
Trained to blow up commercial aircrafts
Trained in
an album by Traverse
c collection of different emotions, thoughts
Triumphs and tribulations
Enjoy
all the rage
And then I do that shit at church, then the Gospel pays
Cause they'd be all dismayed if I told the whole truth
Like the rich young ruler,
on rhymin like you didn't know
Naughty By Nature came to save ya from them BULLSHIT shows
Chorus
[Treach]
The Feds pick up
(I get to clock in)
I get to to work I get to clock in, new album, I'm trying to drop it
In my division you be lacking, ain't putting up with
the pleasures and pain living in fame
Show him the bloody walls and floors still stained
And his wife wrote that's signed by his name
And next i'd visit Malcolm X
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