Lyrics:
sprinkling
The album width to keep the registers ringing
In real life, I'm much more distinguished
I'm like a bloke from London, England
Yeah, you jingling
telling everybody
But the last person seem to know is you
I just got sick of being the fucking glue
Why we aint have another album
Em gave you a clue
row
Ya man ain't gotta know, hush girl, tip toe
Bitch I'm too cold
Feel like I've been chose
Took your queen with a pawn, you think too slow
I'm
every time I'm by you!
This my second album, I'm back with the hits (Wit' the hits)
On the Rise was a hit, but this shits the illest (It's the illest)
flip the Hip Hop drops on ya
You fo' real? Soul singer
Rollin' Erykah, Queen, me-Angie, Bahamadia
Original,
Angie PCK, that's me
I can rock you so
it started
You fuckin’ with a gangster tonight so
Say goodbye to the waynester type
You with the Rock
Let me tell y’all something
I seen this bitch
the past
Time flies, yea talk about fast
Don't give me #1, I should represent last
Now we past that, bitch I'm the best on yo block
Slap on my album, you
ain't nothin you fuck with me she gon make you a memory
Put yo face on a T-shirt RIP by the preacher
Baby mama she cryin we still gon fuck her and leave
knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate
whip drive by
It's Diaz up on it again, oh my
'Nother new album that's no lie
Thought that was it? I ain't never say bye
You do what tell you you don't
and pose
Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone
You all alone in these streets, cousin
Every man for they self in this land we be
at nigga
Queens where you at staten island where you at
Yea im from the nine they call it the land
Shooters by the deli i hope you understand
Feds in the van
Houses of the holy
Was an album by led zeppelin
I bought it on eight track
Not on cd
Fades out in the middle
The way an eight track's s'posed
Whatever you do, young king, don't wind up dead (wind up dead)
Young queen, cross your legs (cross your legs)
Put a crown on your head and remove
backed by bullies who be peelin' caps
I sack a rapper like linebacker, play my rhyme backwards
You can hear the Devil speak his mind with fine graphics
the fifth eat shit, you'll step off
Six is your beatdown, your title is seven
Takin out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelveth I go for self
that we pass by,
There I'll enquire for my sailor boy
They had not sailed long on the deep
When a Queen's ship they chanced to meet.
"You
that we pass by,
There I'll enquire for my sailor boy
They had not sailed long on the deep
When a Queen's ship they chanced to meet.
"You
Taught by Master Fard, hard
Now I'm pulling your card (Ah yeah)
We travel, unravel, dabble in the dopeness
A jam that make you want
To know who wrote this
ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[Swizz beatz]
It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over
[Sonja
when I feel on you
Ice queen but the sex on fire
Sex drive gotta check my tire
Wanna tell you what you told me first
Wanna say it but I ain’t no liar
No
of dawn
I'm the Biz Mark, and I'm a sure shot
All of a sudden, you you you you..
I got a friend by the name of Charlie
Charlie got a wife by the name
to call you, just because he needs somethin
That's what I like about him,
I wouldn't want to rock a mic without him
He's got kahunas and he's not a coward
do you mean?
When your mama a fiend but
Your lil' sister a queen
And the fridge so empty
It's hurtin' your self-esteem
Now to get out on the corner
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