Lyrics:
not meant for your diction
Battled addiction in the womb
A crack baby by definition
Keys to ignition with no permission
That mean that I'm driven
out to Baghdad
They put a nigga on the front line
But when it come to gettin' ahead
They put ya way behind
And they supports in minimum wage
They
family too
Cause there's things I've done in
The past that were
Considered negative, but I was
Really, you know
Jumping in front of the tank for
Other
[E-40]
Don't cha' know...
Yeah, it's another one of those potentate, dope, laid back
Mob style, sippin' yac, top of the line rhyme,
Fuckin' em'
to the front of the line
We're gonna stay by
[Chorus 1]
This one's for North Carolina! C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, and twist is 'round yo hand
Spin
I'm haunted by is more than ghosts
It's when you slip and sippin' a mornin' roast
Listenin' to Hall and Oates, oyster flex on a ashy wrist
As I
front of you
Just didn't see it, it was there all the time
Yeah, feel it tonight, yeah, the stars align
I'd throw a rope around the moon
And pull
Day
By September of '18 Cambrai had fallen
Soon the war would be over and we'd be returnin'
Don't forget me while I'm gone far away
Well it won't be
life where shit is fallin' in line
And lookin' back, I swear to God, you'd think it all was designed
A true movie script, I can't really ever fuck no
day
By October of 18, Cambria had fallen
Soon the war would be over and we'd be returnin'
Don't forget me while I'm gone far away
Well it won't be
for writin rhymes
Just a waste of time
Mama say go get on the assembly line
But I'm like "No Ma, no Ma, I'd rather assemble lines"
So I found a couple
lines, and blacks is all there
Black like the perception of who, on welfare
Black like faces at the bottom of the well
I've been there before
To bring
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
Where them naked hoes at?
E-Feezey!
Too Scheezy!
We off the heezy fo'scheezy baby!
Off the heezy I thought you theezy!!
Niggaz ain't havin no
trauma, slash comma, no one to bomba
E-tracks like ?, from Def Jam
The East West check my streetbreath, no weak steps
Or rest with the ?, check my
up with knots
I been on my grind every day, don't believe in takin' breaks
I ain't stoppin' 'til we chillin' at the top
Swervin' on the E-Way, I
take you through a tunnel of thought
Wit no support now you got caught off guard
By the number one scar from the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically fulfillin' this
gully, you dig? It's getting ugly
And I ain't found a court that can judge me, the block love me
Like nines to the side of the skully, popping they top
I'd
Hah giddyap!
Ha ha ha hah..
Another dope dope dope style
By the massive BDP crew
Of course I will now present to you
A different view
Boy, I got lyrics for the brain
You faker than them new heads calling me by my nickname
I shatter an ego quick
I be that chick
The wrong people gon'
Cliche
Shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles
Hit the wicked ways
Gotta love me
G-O-D no one above me
Look up but fuck ugly
Techna
and night I used to
all you (call you, yeah)
We were best friends, we put our chips all in (ohh)
We bet we'd never be separated by no men (no men)
What I
the fraud
Truth might still be alive like true and false
That's why I never really trust unless it's Lu endorsed
Sponsored by me and of course you know who
Where them naked hoes at?
E-Feezey!
Too Scheezy!
We off the heezy fo'scheezy baby!
Off the heezy I thought you theezy!!
Niggaz ain't havin no
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