Lyrics:
got Kukoc range
The loop so straight
All of this can flip from the door
It's outlines on whatever you want
It's Basquiat on the draw
Look, try
never fail
Oh, and whatever you want I will
We got a deal
No matter how I feel
Where you say, I'll go
No time to turn back
Joe, you can believe that
Where
get it
Gotta be lame if u didn't
I ain't two chainz but I'm different
U see I came with prescriptions
Yess
I asked my girl about my music she said it's
to me, nigga, you mad at me
This ain't what I want, man, this what it had to be
This is that late night workin' after three, man
This is why my old girl
you come with your pretty ass
All petite like you make ends meet on Wall Street
Your for keeps couldn't find a woman more complete
You got your
Coast
We got it in a smash, so it's no need to boast
Bogart your block with the Brakalak bop
'll have your whole mass yellin out (Don't stop!)
This is
I was a rapper
(no) critics see the dick the
Single still went platinum
If you don't say that's hustlin'
Call it whatchu want
But tell me whatchu
vegetables
Right by the Gucci I keep a Barreta tucked
No you cannot get ahead of em
Double up (Double up)
I ran that money up
I did whatever to see myself
Yo Capri yo this is Diamond um
Check it out um I moved the session to next Wednesday
At twelve noon plug me in at D&D you'll be outta there by
Thank you thank you God
Aye
Thank you God
Thank you thank you God
This what they want?
This what the fuck they gone get!
You know I got racks (money)
about what I believe in
When the days of the kingdom for Chicago gon' come?
I'm coming back like the Prodigal Son, and I got a son
And I don't want my
What happened to you
Did you get scared and go to mass?
We used to be youngbloods
Till your head went up your ass
Was it in you from the sinews?
Your
you calling
Hit it right in the morning
Got her all night moaning
We can whip in the foreign yea
Got her high I'm Soaring
What she want I'm on it
What
they so inclined to
It's sad, they want a borderline, redefine you
As a people we can rise like the tides
Due to tower over evil as a nation under God
Hawaii Guatemala
But I've got a bigger problem
Cause it's nothing but a fact
More murders in Chicago
Than Afghanistan and Iraq
When you combine em'
Now my
hood dreams
Bring it back, it ain't hard as things seem
I speak the facts as the tracks made the hood theme
Have you really understood what Priesthood
whatever it is
It got me acting strange, man
An unexplainable peace
It's something about the name, man
I'm sorry I be testing you
While you be testing me
I know mama credit quite good
So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood
Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout
My whole life I been different
I'm just tryna figure out where I fit in
I went to Cali from Chicago
Cause where my heart goes, I follow
And only God
burning and burning
Incinerate the choir
Whatever sells
Whatever sells
Whatever sells
Whatever sells
Whatever sells
Whatever sells
Whatever sells
See you in
yesterday, they came and took your breath away
And I ain't get a chance to tell you everything I want to say
Now they say your sister got it too
Yeah, they
[Intro: Benzino]
Un hun, un hun-un
Un hun, un hun-un
Un hun, un hun-un
[Jadakiss]
Yo, yeah, aiyyo
We can do whatever you want to, I promise
of the beast
Didn't want to hear the shit I tried to tell him on the streets
It's irrelevant, the beast love to eat black meat
And got us niggaz from
you want
See a leader leading leaders by the mass
You like fucking the same old chicks
But I get the new ones ain't been touched yet
First go in
Get em
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