Lyrics:
Let em know I'm rappin they should go and get they line up ready
Let em know I'm rappin they should go and get they line up ready
It's ya Man, It's ya
of a crown
You better bow down then get up
I won't let up or let go
I take the hate they throw and
Embody it for the energy to go turn up at my
Sold-out shows
who can't resist pulling collars
Keep dreaming niggas
Yeah, just let me inspire you
Pay close attention to my essence
It only comes once
Goin' hard on 'em though
East coast let loose, my nephew, Papoose, he got the juice
So watch the Impala as it swing by and be on the lookout
For them
some gots to have it
Kill or be killed
Only time will reveal
I think by myself
And I drink by myself
From 9-8 until
Let me know it's real son if it's
Ayo, the child born
By this treasure on the crown worn
Highest level on the styles form
Leave your vowels torn
Consonants, protonouns worn out
Shout to my dawg Teflon Don We The Best let's go
A man we go'n crank it up right
A Man - Juve Juce Juve Juce
I Represent the Hood
I Represent
my soul tight
Can't walk inside my shoes, I had it hard we seen some cold nights
Love turn into pain and I just thought I'd let em know
I'm still tryna
official
Ain't too many real ones out there; I feel some
But doubt they're, capable, to take it where you took it to
I missed your wake not cause I'm
official
Ain't too many real ones out there; I feel some
But doubt they're, capable, to take it where you took it to
I missed your wake not cause I'm fake
""Everybody Rise Again""
[Busta Rhymes]
Let's get it going
Yeah... yeah
I'm about to Picasso a new picture for you motherfuckers
I'm back... yeah
I
Back out east what do it does
Gotta show my people love
Speaking slow speed that shit up
Gutter baby built from the mud
I don’t got yet
But when I
Sean John fleeces
You never love the money like we love it
Pay the chick sucka, and let her teeth touch it
All Out
Bad Boy forever
They used to call us block boys we had dope and packs by the pound
They used to call us dog out? Might've had ya daughter on couches
They used
F-in' iced out Jesus pieces
The rock over Sean John fleeces
You never love the money like we love it
Pay the chick sucka, and let her teeth touch it
A lil' nigga in the Rolls screamin', "Fuck the police!"
Peelin' out in front the club, about to duck to the east
Now play yourself, you gon' find
I got money on my mind and I got my people by my side
So do try me do try
Made it so far, I can never look back now, trapped up in a cycle but I'm
the East, capiche, food for thought, this is the feast
Let it flow, let it go, you ain't know, now you know
You ain't know, now you know, you ain't know,
You can tell I'm feeling good when I pass by
Cause I don't act right
Bumping jams, present moment on stand by
Let's interpretive dance as I
on interest rates is astounding
It seem we only screaming racist when we killed by a cop
What bout them houses on the east side boarded up on the block
Or all
this, but Tip ain't beat the beat bitch he abused it
If you don't know by now nigga you stupid Davici G$B makin a movement
She gon give me brain until she
the Woods
Loud bang out the truck and
The Range lookin' good
Get your girl off her
Hey said she ready to play
It's all a game, it's all a game
And I'm doin'
for so long?
I never did you wrong
And it seems we had such a love that was so strong
[ VERSE 2: MC Shan ]
On the day she broke out, would you believe
fits us so much better
Every sunset is also a sunrise
It depends on where you stand
Dive from east to west gotta hang out with new friends
Despite
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