Lyrics:
prepared? I hope you are prepared nigga
'Cause you know this is album number two
Yes more bitches than before
There'll be more bitches, more and more and more
always making new memories
So why would you let this one go by
Uhh, uhh, uhh, let's go
Uhh, bounce, uhh, bounce
Uhh, bounce, uhh,
Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free
You're now rollin with them
Uh, uh, uh, let's go
uh, bounce, uh, bounce
uh, bounce, uh,
Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free
You're now rollin with them thugs
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album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
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Should have come sooner for my
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Where did time go?
c wind once warm now blows cold
Got time
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Teach 'em how to rise to the top just like cream
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Badda bang, badda bing
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Arf
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Said I was your nigga that let you see it all through the fog
Arrf
Said I was your mans and them
Witness the forthcoming of atrophied minds
We are a doomed race, doomed by our own ways
Forever imprisoned by intellect
We are the hive mind
What we
What do I say
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Be on beat stay on beat
Oh my GOD
Yo here I go
Hey yo I don't know any words
My GOD
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High all again I ain't never gonna stop
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Dirty mother fuckers rather shoot
like Kaseem Dean
Supreme cream, his hands so dirty, it seemed clean
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I'm gonna breath in
shots
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Go mob on niggas, mob figures, mob triggers
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All I got is number 1’s in my hand go fishin’
Go down on my bitch if I
with the shrimp like you know
Oh damn almost got ate
Got ate by a snake and I almost got ate
I'm a shrimp it's the end of the album of the album
the metro, now that shit is retro
Like the Infrareds on my feet, baby, let's go
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pieces to the supreme brother, man. These are why the album got put together, you know, face. until. Next time, we'll keep hitting the ball like linebacker
don't really go over that
But that's for all you people that care about the back scenes and lore
Of this
Essentially Mr. Bee was killed by a very brutal
an album that'll put a smile on Malcolm
Make Martin Luther tell God I'm the future for Heaven's talent
No tarot card reading; I'm foreseeing you niggas
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
Killah]
Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh
You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh
Every time you go uptown, you get jipped, uh
That's
in music
Over the last decade
WEST: I wasn't even nominated for Best
Album this year this year
I only got two nominations
By the Grammys: for
Best Rap
said shit would be simple, get rich and stay out the trenches, Lincoln Continental
Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental
In these streets you
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