Lyrics:
come by your hood
For motherfuckers that think I went Hollywood
Pick a Coast, it got to be the West
I live out there, from the W.S. nigga
[Chorus]
talking shit, aw bitch, that's old news
They say I rap to rhythm and blues
But when I turn on the radio, I hear y'all niggas rappin' it too
He's like
you know
I just copped a MPC60 from Japan
As I'm rappin' through this SM7 that's in my hand
Got a quarter-pound of buddha, I'm smokin' it by
live in a mansion
Bitches, snitches comin' out and you know who's showin' it
Like when British civil servants pass secrets to the Soviets
Y'all niggas
well you sound too thin
You can't win you better lip synch or start goals(?) right then
Chorus 2x
Check it out its like that y'all
cash that check
Roll that weed, for that stress
Stop wakin up like damn who’s next
We made it this far homie we’re blessed
Verse 2
And I’m back wit
with a scope and it's green
I hop out the whip with my shit on repeat
I am the best I don't know who competes
Y'all dropping these videos thinking it's
can carry more than one so ya know it's on
And ya just got attacked by the maniac and played like a saxophone
Sucker ass bitch-type ass niggas
[Master
Ain't get shot by cop today man that's just my luck
I live another day to breathe again
Don't feel no better just cause it ain't me on Fox and CNN
We
Aiyyo Fat Joe, it's your first album right?
You comin out the South Bronx
Time to let brothers know what time it is
T.S. in the house, yo T.S. in
McKnight and shit
It's all good, 'cause I'm tryin out for the motherfuckin league
And I'm gettin me a spot
[Verse 2: J-Zone]
Now and for all these NBA
know
I got me a couple plans when I’m rich
2k turn it up you know we got the gang in this bitch
I just wanna take a trip out to japan get me lit
Chase
the news
Two four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4 am and I'm back
Up poppin' with the crew i just landed in
Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice
stop
Big L is on the other you don't stop
You don't stop and you don't stop
Mr. Walt on the beat you don't stop
Check it out yo
Yo.. I'm
the Mobb get it on, my outfit
Stuck on some wild out shit, all about it
We move gambit, through the overcrowded
Forthwith, pull out long fifths,
ousting you guys deep in the dirt
Clocking in and out of rap, have y'all fiending for work
When I breed it, yo it's treason what the semen is worth
In my soul blood vessel
Words that smoke wrestle
Out the mouthpiece son, let it happen
He travel like a captain his
Lieutenant action or chief rappin
(keeping it real)
Yeah! (keeping it real)
Westside!
Is brooklyn in the house? (check it out)
What about queens in the house?!? (inglewood!)
Manhattan
'til my balls catch VD
Mess with us, straight up, y'all better bust
I'm the one you'll never dust, it's still the same as it ever was
I'll leave
Im thinning it out
None a yall Boys friends to me
It's all situation and I'm finding it out
My team then you tryin out
Visine think she eyeing me out
better tacos or who ass fatter
Let's live for now, right now none of that matters
We keep bringin' it up it, it'?s gon' backlash us
[Fades out slowly]
Alright in case y'all don't know
He did "H to the
Izzo", he did "Takeover", he
Did "Guess Who's Back", he
Did my joint "Good to You"
He did "Turn Out
for the respect, become the alpha, don't get ya shit wrecked
Y'all need chin checks talkin' online, talkin' that poo butt ass out the side
If it ain't
Bout to do the damn thing you know
1, 2, it's live
I'm about to take these boys back to the dirty
Back to the mud
Some of these old country ass
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