Lyrics:
I'm coming for your jugular
Make ya move with it
Who did it
Drop an album coming soon with it
Gimme two minutes I can write a movement
Get my
I've met some people along the way
Some of them split some of them stay
Some of them walk some walk on by
I've got a few friends I'll love till I die
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
when the whole world loves you
People only got one way to stand out
All that time in the kitchen finally panned out
I put some flavor in a pot
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
fit
You're steppin to us? You need traction
Or you'll be another sucker missin in action
You hate to hear it? You'll learn to love it
My
Artist: Big Ham
Song Title: That Trill Shit
Album: Love Of Hip Hop & Hustle Vol 2
Typed By aaron.hamilton08@yahoo.com
Intro: (Big Ham)
Intro: yeah
Artist: Big Ham
Song Title: That Trill Shit
Album: Love Of Hip Hop & Hustle Vol 2
Typed By aaron.hamilton08@yahoo.com
Intro: (Big Ham)
Intro: yeah
we on the path movin' fast
Yeah we goin' up yeah we goin' up
Yo learn to rock walks from the pits come talk with us
Smart digits we want digits
Get
in that single cell
Self inclined we don't rock Calvin
Fans want me to drop but it's like 50 thousand album
Appreciate my struggle i invented my own
And don't you ever let go of it
Being drunk ain't in love
Only good luck and a start
Feels like a mystery to me
Some new trials for my heart
If I learn my
when I’m gentle
I’ll make it by any means watch
Succès make my enemies drop
In love with the texture of guap
Won’t stop till I’m making a lot
What If (Lyrics)
(Music & Lyrics by Rocky Michaels)
I love the way that you wear on your sleeve all that you feel in your heart
You said you love
I didn't shower for a week and now you die
How will I survive without the love of my life
Alexandre you brought me down
Alexandre you're not around
Pimp Juice and us
It's the Roc in here
Maybach outside, got rocks in air
PJ's on the runway, Young got air
I don't land at a airport, I call it
you catch me by the runway it's the one that's for the PJ
This one is for my lyricists - courtesy of my DJ
(I can't control it, can't hold it, it's
a blonde bitch
I got my own fragrance
Powered by 50, goddamn it, I think I made it
I tried to keep it basic
They wanna complicate shit
The feds on my phone
Belzy Land
Bomburas, Rock Piles, Ala Moana and the Kaiser Bowl
Everybody go
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
Once you learn all the radical moves
I know it will put
by a Mack truck
And don't come around forty and front and get tapped up
Cracked up, can't wait 'till this album is wrapped up
I'mma take you
rocks at night
But you could be dead wrong with your pockets right
Contrary to what the legendary B.I.G. had to say
You don't have to sell drugs or make
that I'll never learn to live
With what you call "alternative"
All your unplugged albums and charity projects
And bands named for inanimate objects
fall off, if I could even at all
Even at all
If I could
They call me the boss
Worlds best like I'm Michael Scott
Kill em in a second like I'm Michael
and
Rappers out to dethrone me
For they crown they head is cut off
Bodies is laid
Dead in the street, it's so fuckin pitiful
First they love you
Could be
I don't know I don't have conscience
I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies I'm head hunting
No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these
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