Lyrics:
like the Yanks are
Ass more swing than a mf jazz bar
I might one-way flight Madagascar
I was just doin' shows in the backyard
'Bout to go on tour, bro
thug I act a fool aye
Aye you gotta feel my style I'm so wild
It just comin off the dome and I aint even switched yet
So watch how I make
so real I’d sign a deal and then of course
My music video would play on MTV’s show Yo! with Dr. Dre
And they would have me there like damn near every
and chili cook-offs, fishin' rodeos, and big beach shows
1878 Gruene Hall, oldest honky-tonk I know
I can tell ya bout ol' Billy Bobs
Outlaws
ballerina, sad and funny
We all think you so damn wild
The way y'all still rock that talent show style
No one's impressed with your extended set
Except your
to Bouchet, I ain't go to Powell
Me and shawty fuck, we was running wild
And big bro just beat two bodies
Still ain't shit then get you bodied
And I got
the bitches and henchman at the dough with them pistols lay it down nigga you know why they came to get you.|Get rich or die tryin, live by the iron, you could
MCee
You a cosplay doin'
Money make niggas do anythin'
To stabbin' their boys in the back for that chance to get rich
Get to two-step on the stage
You
it's vietnam in the trenches
Just keep my seat warm on the benches
I run with wild puerto ricans that hit L's
And study classical verses by *Big L*
Tussin, smokin' Sweets
One weekend, I'm in his town, his crib
You really must trust a nigga to show him where you live
Fly scenery, space aged things,
know me I lead by example
I am the king of the jungle
Hit you from every angle
Yeah you know I'm built for this
I wasn't built to miss
I gotta tilt
You know you could always choose to ride with the big boy
Just before, I ride with the clique
Toy with it I could Probably kill a nigga for this shit
up
Now that I'm changing can't show love to strangers
I rather be rich than famous, yea
Let's get to this paper baby
They don't want to see you
to the Netherlands
Big up to DCS
I been around the world and
Uh!
I see history in the making
Then I realized
The world is mine for the taking
Shows in the south
ain't worth shit who got STDs
When I'm on top doing shows don't come crawling back to me
By that time you'll have herpes HIV and thot disease
I refuse
Feelin' like the twenty-fifteen Broncos
'Cause I go for the big chip and put it right on my shoulder
I love that I have that confidence on ya
Too rich
the shit's all a trick
See, they'll make you famous while you make them rich
I feel like a cowboy, that gun on my hip
I put hoes on your block, like a nigga
child
In the Harpys Projects where the Tinys go wild
Put it in, this is where life begins
And only real gangsters on the serio can win
Move in on my foe,
child
In the Harpys Projects where the Tinys go wild
Put it in, this is where life begins
And only real gangsters on the serio can win
Move in on my foe,
to the bank
Withdraw every dime leave the
Bitch with a blank
Say thanks a lot, give me everything you got
Broke with cash but rich from my rock
Ingenuity
a frozen Yoo-hoo
Now who knew a nigga like me was fit for rock and roll
You went against me, you lose, now sit and watch the show
Like Hulu, I used
big ass den
And if you don't like it, take two to the chin
And show me to the kitchen 'cause my kids is getting dizzy
I don't have to talk shit about
promise you dat
Or loose your life on purpose nigga
I'ma be back
Dat nigga don't want to see dat
I'm haunted by night stalkers to death
Rippin your click
through wit my families
Big Psych, pit fight, you know the deals
Potted, take a good look at what we started
Retarded, that Brooklyn bullshit we got it
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