Lyrics:
your hands up high like a false arrest
Let me see 'em up high, this is not a test
Yes, put 'em up, this is not a test
Now hands where I can see them,
(Wheezy outta here)
Yeah, yeah, I'm in this bitch, yeah, I'm back
Ah, ah, I hit the club on the up, you can come with the racks (uh, come with
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
yeah
Some of that Beats By the Pound flavor, you feel me (you heard me)
Get your ice, get your cups, 'cause we 'bout to get fucked in here
You heard
MC T on a hit and to make sure I don't miss,
Kick the beat as this fool persists
Step off me, get the hell off, well I'm riding
Flowing with
they ought ta good,
There lived a lil' boy who was misled,
By another little boy and this is what he said:
"Me & you tonight are gonna make some cash,
Def, Talib Kweli, Jane Doe, Punch, Wor-umm, E!
Excuse me! Just ate another emcee!
Sometimes that's just how it be
Partner wash you down with green tea
ask me a question
Am I the best with the flexing?
Fuck yes with the goon talk
I just moonwalk all over the beat then I'm lightin' up the street
a** and dilute your gut with lead
From my hollow clips, I'll send you to an early grave
You f***in slave, you better try another way
To take me
fool try me
Get hit wit the Llama
Fuck cuminana
Chorus - Teflon and Lil' Fame: 2X
It's a 4 alarm blaze
Everybody post up next
with a decision to make, now words shake your destiny
But a missile will take it all the way just as quick as you can say
I wish I never did what I
you coming home with me
You the last number on my call list (Call list)
Pull up on me, girl, let's get lit (Get lit)
I think I hit a lick
I think I
Another one
We The Best Music!
Yo, he ain't messing with no average chick, pop, pop
He got Nicki, he know that he hit the jackpot
Every baller
in my heart, skippin'
Your ways got me singing your praise with the next phase
I count the days, you're so amazin', I'm cravin' your skills
My
it all, fancy cars
Yeah the newest shit came a long way
Riding round on my Buick shit
Win by any means who said it best?
Kobe Bryant mind-state
I'm
are flying
Holding one another in our glee!
You surround me, you surround me
Earning your trust, seeking your praise
Doing my best to learn the mystery
your head (haha)
Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit with so many foul lines
You think I'm a free throw
Figured it was about time for people
cold, nigga
Best to live your life to the fullest
Be quick to kill a fool, got a pistol, mothafucka, better pull it
'Cause even when they kill me
They
snickers with no nuts no satisfaction.
I hustle and flow, mighta been by my cheese since I was knee high.
Weed what you need, hit me I'ma drop off
slang shots
Hit G spots by giving hoes back shots
I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop
tellin' all your best friends
Down Collins, in my posse it ain't hard to find a thottie
Me and baby Abu Dhabi pull up rocking Avianne
I'm a Tom Kawasaki,
of the month, I started with a fresh half
Then gave all my fiends rides to get they checks cashed
By the third of the month, I still had the best glass (I still
in the wintertime, whatever just to see you smile
Private jet from time to time, by the ocean, I'll drive you wild
Whatever your decision, I'm with
And another thing:
Me and my crew, we made hit records all over the place
But we left B-Boy Records
And you know what happened after that point?
Ha hah,
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