Lyrics:
dance like if I was Albert Alien
People just love it when the Biz starts to play
With my (beatboxing), and by the way
Skeezing with a girl is
with it (do with it)
Now that I got me some (some)
Gon' let my crew hit it (crew hit it)
We smoking bubblegum (gum)
Chocolate, and blueberry
getting pass-ons, be by-gones
Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
We feel this way every single day all day
So make way
Was
climb, the
Unsuspecting rise by hundreds, from the finite
Ensemble of files, eyewitnesses find as
Hits, but the limelight can flicker in upon a
Disguise,
parlay and desi
E C the mob
Gotti and pesci
You fuckin’ wit’ 12
Like laura and eddie
Damn
Better make way
Album dropping
Niggas screaming may day
From
Kayne
I gotta thank him for the love on the album
I knew out on Electric Circus he get it by any means necessary, like Malcolm
I tried a single shot
knife
Like two wrongs that don't make a right
Yeah, you get the point
Three five in the wood
This fat as hell
Now you can't hit this joint
My brother
made 'for you by you'
Every hip-hop nigga listen and wishing he had your style
To go against you if you rip him and pass him by (yeah)
A mastermind is
V.2
They say it's the highway of the great
Don't let life pass you by before it is to late
Get in your ride 'n cruise the twenty four forty eight
begging for my mixtape.
I ain't even gotta flex, Y.B.E. Super Great
20 minutes, Sold-Out, buying blanks by the crate
You all ready know he be Kodac, 9mm
up?"
The first nigga that I saw, hit him in the jaw
Ren started stompin' him, and so did E
By that time got rushed by security
Out the door, but we
too far
Mr. Quik give me the keys to the Benzo
so I can hit it right here on the E-Lo Haaaaa Baaaaby
I'ma get some pussy tonight as soon as you turn off
Talking:Cuz I'm tellin you man they ain't nothing else to talk about
the same shit every motherfuckin album, I don't give a damn how many he put
out
Time's flying by, no slow mo Tryna catch a moment with a photo
Now we thanking God for the Go Pro
Due to videos, no choke holds
Shady ass shit with
yeah we in sync
A hungry niggas it's a E up on my tank
I swear we smoking on exotic this shit stank
I'm on the road, I'm on my way up to the bank
I made
ayo my style flows, say it liquidates
It's best when it hits the beat and catch the breaks
Two time felon, fuck around with me
And my man pussycat
Everyday we gets the call
'Nice job on the album guys'
Fed the way to Heaven Ball
Show them all how we can fly
This one's for the Captain 'Ham
Hit me up
nothin', homie
Ye ain't fresh azimiz
Ye ain't got it (ye ain't got it)
You don't keep it Doug E. like I keep it Doug E.
Lil' buddy you ain't fresh azimiz
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
drinks
Haunted by the thoughts of
Second album sophomore jinx
Where did I fail? Death threats
Woke up in cold sweats
Thinkin' about all these murders that
They should sift this on digital fish scale (dope)
D-O-P-E, that's slang for what I sling (dope)
Life's a dice game and me and Allah finna tee lee
I'm
Ayy, fuck goin' on (yeah)
Ayy, uh
Ayy, niggas bussin' just like Mr. Biggs
Count the guap, go load the chop' and hit the block and split a wig
High
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