Lyrics:
'all to disband
If y'all not apart of this band
Fell in love with my accent
But it wasn't by accident
Marble these flows is immaculate
I know what my passion is
My
Ash Hadu Allah Ilaha Illallah
Wahdahu La Sharika Lahu by far
Rock rock y'all, between the tick tock y'all
I came out the Magnolia like
niggas only, bad bitches only
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only
and then fart it
And y'all think I'm gon' stop? Blow it out ya ass!
In one year I got rich, now life's moving so fast
But being broke with no food is just
a black king on a throne
Evil E...turn up the microphone
So I can ill and break on the rollin' tape
Another album to make? Great
Islam turn the bass
locked up, she said, "You better swing"
Attempted murder, I was 15 with a 17 with a big dream
I run all in this shit (man, why?) 'Cause the bitch green
rich
You broke ima have the last laugh
R.I.P to juice x peep big 2pac
Don't wanna die eighteen
day
I look around and I'm like why I'm not in first place
It hurt got dammit
And plus I got the ego, the size of titanic
This ship about to drown I
feelings mehn)
This is been one of the greatest album out there
The real dynasty has did it once more
Y'all better listen to this
Pay attention to it
One fi
ima superstar
Why you be laying up next to me, say that's his favorite bar
If you know what I been through, i'm accomplished just to get a car
Big bro
birds gone, on some Larry shit TC fucked seven hoes in four a day, no, we
Not GD I'm my own competition, why would I listen
To your CD
Once I hit
albums in for 10 years I been 5 hot steamin'
The limelight's mine, I'm gleamin', beamin'
That's why I say I'm king bitch, I got my reasons
Wrist so
Rappin' for the hell of it
Hella rich never have to sell a brick again
Must I tell a bitch again
The bullshit I'm addressing check I'm on some next
this shit look
Ask EPMD, rap is still out of control
'cause hip-hop plus Glocks
Equals Scott La Rock, 2Pac, and Biggie Smalls
I figure y'all niggas
I just wanna know why you ignore me
I just wanna know why you making me OD
I just wanna let you know that it's killing me slowly
I'm dying over
bastard style has just been stuck
By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin'
What if how's about why would ever thought that
The napalm would bust your
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
to a necklace
Adidas suit flier than shell toes
Maneuver in the coupe, the roof by my elbows
Niggas wanna be me, bitches wanna date me
Young black and rich so
reporters
Start a lawsuit, I'll kill your lawyers
Fuck the soft shit and fuck what y'all think
My album's gold cause my album was the bomb, shit
Aye, if you know my real name, you know why this collab is... crazy
Love it
Let's rap
Back in December I dropped a preface for the album
Stars
Florida, I threw his face on the floor in the shit
Fuck a bitch, though, huh
Y'all ain't want us before we rich, ho
I can't go back to this shit
I need
then they hate to go
Yo, Its to late to blow
Ya run around pay for hoes, that's why ya paper low
[Shyne - Hook]
We them niggas with big guns
me hard time
(Why?)
Why these niggas be using my name tryn get by
Why these niggas be forcin, jus like Jedi
I'm tweakin now, I got red eyes
Bitch I
the mind
(8) Take the head of a snake
(7) Behold Armaggedeon
(6) Ain't no love for the rich
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
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