Lyrics:
And if I'm caught in a trap
you know I'ma beat the wack
with a payoff, cop gotta lay off
FBI on my dick, stay off!
I'm not a rebel or a renegade
I am still the one
Resting by your side
You took the road to fortune and fame
Your name in lights
I want you to know I still feel the same
Cell by cell and frame by frame
Names, dates, it's all immaterial:
We big dicks sick rhyme killer like cereal
I burn like venereal
Spit that imperial
DJ, please
Pick up your phone
I'm on the request line
G-Unit
This is a Missy Elliot one time exclusive (come on)
Is it worth it, let me
to let you know
Energy flowin'
I said it feels so good
I gotta tell you my name is stevie
What's yours, baby, whoa
Walking down the street watching
to Uptown, yeah, they gonna know me now
I'm up in the kitchen cooking up some hot shit
Just ask your boy Raekwon, he gon' tell you how I spit, yeah
Byata
that's who I know
Put wings on bricks, you don't know the shit that I know
Shots like my name, El Chapo
Don't lose a load, ain't tryna lose no guap, no
doing it for T.V-e
With the rebel yell, came out of my shell
Preacher said tell your people let go of your coat-tail
With a tremendous fail he never
talkin' 'bout shit
Let's go
Posted up, squattin' low like a pit
Ya' know this Patrón changed the whole motion of your shit
And I ain't got a desire
Moma Mia
What chew you want to do nigga, is fine with me
Name your game, scandalous sprees, or robberies
Moving keys for your needs, from state
Hey, yeah! I want all you proud sisters to stand up
I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight
Brothers and Sisters if you know you got your
your name anyway?
Well we're working on the problem, we'll get back to you soon
But don't try to call me I'll be in a meeting every afternoon
For a year
by the CIA or the industry
Know where black hands be on black Glocks
No back stabs or sad plots, we let them rot
1-800-Nas&Hit, don't call us with
strings attached
Just scratches on your back, what? (Fuck, me)
Ex's ain't acting right, and you so glad to fight
Dinner's by candlelight, say it (make
motherfucker, you ain't gotta like me
How you stuntin' these hoes?
Need to talk what you know
And stop talkin' 'bout who I'm sticking and licking
Just mad it
gotta new tour
I'm going insane
Startin' the hurricane
Releasin' pain
Lettin' you know
You can't gain or maintain
Unless you say my name
Rippin'
Killin'
by the boys of the world
But I!! i.. am.. totally ignorant to that type of pride
Yell, when your groin starts to rebel
Yo l, I told you that we would
a joke until they no longer remember your name
That's how we do 'em
Make cowards disappear into thin air by puttin' shit through 'em
Never comin' back
I ain't gotta lie when I told you that I felt you oh I meant it baby, yeah
I ain't gotta lie when I told you ima rebel oh I meant it baby aye
I ain't
believe each other
We gotta open up our minds
'Cause music is for life
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Ayo, Hi Tek whattup?, you know who this is
It's your boy Busta Bus
the ho
With my name up in your mouth like fellatio
I lace the flow on purpose even up the ratio
Of Hip-Hop to that shit they drop on the radio
Underground
to the dome, hella stoned
Fuck that, I'm hella blown
Gettin' high, a hippie kid, rebel 'till I'm
Period, done, you know that until then
I gotta run, I'm a rebel
just can't go on this way
I gotta know right now
Today
I call your name from the window of my car as I drive
I wanna do something half insane
ass until my crew very humongous
I said T.I., hold your head
And Mack, hold your head
Wish I could but I can't say some other names 'cause
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