Lyrics:
in this game somethin D-P
My eyes only see D's, that's why I'm young and burnt out
Learned the know how, well how to do now, by eighteen turned out
classes, and that's what yo' ass get
Not even electives? Not even pre-requits?
You mean I missed my major by a couple of seconds?
Now I'm in the shop
West there's no good cla**es, and that's what yo' a** get
Not even electives? Not even prerequits?
You mean I missed my major by a couple of seconds?
never never cross over
Me never never never never
Go commercial la la
You ain't major you minor
Get behind a real rhymer
Graff writer, chart climber,
and (I don't like the look of it)
We can win in major ways
Flif fy paint in major haze
Pop my trunk and get them thangs if (I don't like the look of it)
Committee, pat'na
It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew
Committee, pat'na
It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew
family, now
Comin' up in game backdoor with the heat
Krayzie's friends out the walls
? by my lonely, before a sista was broke
Blow up Mo Thug open up
it's time for a new plan, bam
I'll be swingin' like a one man, clan
Here we go, turn it up, don't stop
To my homies on the block gettin' dropped by
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, you ain't never been here
Diamonds lookin' so clear
Real niggas everywhere
I've been hustlin' since a younger
So I never
Ah, ah, they made Droppa get sexy
Just when you thought it couldn't happen it did
But I ain't gonna do it by myself
I brought my guy with me, Mr.
called up
The shit I spit how shit get caught up
Get rid of mycrow bar before a person 14-5
The shit niggaz gotta do try 2 get high
As time fly by so
that)
See if I had a quarter
For ever nigga told me they gonna major
Shit, I be rich
Kinda had flow ons
Them gold thangs spinnin' like some diamonds
With
RAPPER: Ha ha, Scritti Politti gettin' busy
Most definitely Lee Majors with the flava
Notify all your neighbours on ya pager
We bustin' it down just
the dust-countinus
Now I ride double ? to the ind you bust,
Oh no wrong move if my ind you touch,
17 but its real when you playin with much,
One in the chamber
(Yella):
Now everybody's talkin' about they run it and that war shit,
But they never seen a playa tellin' to y'all the real hit,
Brace yourself,
Hey guys
Let me start by apologizing to you
For the way everything went down
On Saturday i had a statement typed
Ready to post to you
Guys but
worth.
Maybe I'm cursed, born wit a gift to make a block bleed,
hustle by the code and respected by real gee's
Street Kings, the type that money flows
the buck 10 chrome skating on the battery
My, clutch burnin' on top of the world turnin'
Rippers is just learnin by stacks I been earnin'
I'm the uncle L,
the driveway
One of the homies got slayed so we bang at the King parade
I can take you spots where gangsters walk
Where real damus and locs, Boyz N the Hood
their ass cheeks yellin Geronimo
It ain't a problem at all when K solve
Three-hundred and sixty degrees rhymes or boulevards
Are charged, by my entourage,
money
Ooh, I came up and niggas started hatin' on me
I do it for real, I come out the field, I don't gotta tell you I'm real
I don't even express my
namtalmbout, what about you?
What's hatnin?
Well they say you ain't been keepin' it real, but I-
You know what I'm sayin, I'on listen to these hatin' ass fuck
Aye aye aye everybody chill the fuck out chill the fuck out aye black people listen
Yeah Rich money Choice Major I see you bro
Hearing whispers in
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