Lyrics:
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Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit
Niggas die by my orders when I wrote this shit
Though we go back like wild knights at Latin
So this album was inspired by the productions of Timbaland
Rest in peace to the queen Aaliyah
Another inspiration for this
Let's get it
Here's a lil
album went six thousand on niggas
In Kansas City alone, we packed the dome with Mike and Liddy alone
In the west side, Lee Jone, Milly Mal, I left you
to face outside of my mind
Dig this earth to waste what's pure
Weigh our fate
Ignore the cure
We're breaking down
The light that lives before the dawning
made 'for you by you'
Every hip-hop nigga listen and wishing he had your style
To go against you if you rip him and pass him by (yeah)
A mastermind is
failed
Called you by surprise
Now the Devil in your eyes
Devil in your pie, see a coochee
Hit the broad
Stupid that you feelin' to live
In the crack
I'm crushing up the (crush)
I'll take what's mine I'll take what's yours
Baby kiss me you're the cure
(Sweet fucking danger)
(I was raised by
Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty BDP posse
This is our fourth album and we're still not takin' no shorts
Yeah, ha hah!
On the wheels
conversation when I'm lookin' up
Be on the look out for that album when it drop from clouds
Mesmerized by the twinkle in the eye of a child of God
Mesmerized
been slammed across the floor
Infected by the disease and you´re the only cure
Inside Outside
Your love is like a motor,rev it up all night
Inside
that you do
Because stupid is how everybody sounded
Nigga you think you know me, but only if you knew me
Homie, you would leave me by my lonely
I'm
To collapse in a heap at your knees (a little bit too sensitive)
Now I'm gonna take a rest cure (just a little, sensitive)
I'll rent a cottage by the sea (a
words, flustered my head
Time looping around all this bullshit you fed
Photo album on the floor
Every page kept the score
Every smile is a sore
Every pain
Publishing/Showbilly Music
New lyrics by Cledus T. Judd (I stopped here due to the album details stopped here...but I knew Cledus would have been listed in there...so I
Smoove wit it you’ll think that im givin out a pitch
Finna drop this album they gone say its a hit
But it ion make it soon then i might as well quit bitch
Rap ain't nothin' but cash, money, bitches, foreign cars and trees
Cristal by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
I know I promised my niggas I'd
Young P,
Sipping slime.
In all orange,
Nickelodeon.
CureLato,
Got gas.
She shaking that jelly.
Its real not petroleum.
Gated community,
You know we
Cutting you off if you drama
Ordering jars by the boxes
Need ‘em to cure all our profits
Shopping at stretch look like Boba Fett
Still walk your bitch out
lil' ol' alcoholic-ass nigga
[Hamm]
Well, you know I got to have it, my brother, ain't nothing changed
You want to hit it?
[Quik]
Yeah, what's
black as the strap I'm using to hit the rival
Last album was great but I know this one is greater
I made it this far as a great tastemaker without
Last song on the album, lay down
Let me hit you with the talcum
This is add on, this just tax
Lay back
Let me hit you with the jazzhands
I'm
What if a brick was only just a misdemeanor?
What if Manhattan was hit by Hurricane Katrina?
What if a black man was the one controlling Fema?
What if
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
hard live by that motto
All them haters they follow
Hit that bitch once I got options
Why you talking
Gawking
Got this album dropping
While he flopping
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