Lyrics:
We don die we multiply
Never touch down till we touch the sky
I dey pass by dem dey wonder why
Wonder why wonder why
We don die we multiply
Never
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Wypisalem te
mr. mac-10,
With the infrared grin, I can't pretend,
Who I be, the s-e-are-v aka billy badgate
Jack you for your safe, with guns in your daughters face
["loonie" repeated throughout the song]
[Verse 1: Classified]
Yeah, as I drop my coin into the slot machine
My eyes double in size, you can't stop
Mr X's biggest mistake was messing with us, if you ask DJ Khalid (hah) "we the best!"
I guess some introductions are at hand, my name is Eddie but
Round 2, that’s what we do here
Fresh Start, just like a new year
BT, yes we have gone clear
Corona, you mean that one beer?
Round 2, that’s what we
Round 2, that’s what we do here
Fresh Start, just like a new year
BT, yes we have gone clear
Corona, you mean that one beer?
Round 2, that’s what we
an album, get classes
[Chorus]
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns come through
some tensions
In beef i don't leave my bredrins
Trynna' go hard for the next 10 years so
When i'm old I don't need my pension
HMP you better free my
Illuminati in the tomb
Poisonin the womb
Can't be a guinea pig
With the glock to the wig
10 years since we lost pac and big
Don't get it twisted don't get it
But dog what are you gaining by standing there complaining
Cause last year you were making songs about you're famous
This year you're sneaking drugs
around, y'all, ayy
All of my demons are here, all I can feel is fear
All I can do is keep being myself and that's what I been doing for thirty-two years
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
What's up, fuckers? I have a five year old, so holidays are different now, having a kid. Last year, my wife came to me, she's like, ""Listen, when I
[Ingrid Smalls]
Na na na.
Oh, oh, oh, no no no
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah
I done been in this game for years, it made me an animal
I learned that
male like Redman
Until I get red hands like in Whut? Thee Album
Until we get reparations
I'll be defecating
Talking hit to anyone like
Fuck the outcome
draw y'all like playing cards
You don't want to be in that top pick
Y'all die when I say so
Read the album name we demonic
I write my life in that death
go back? But I say that I'm fine
In truth I'm travelling back in time with rhymes tryna press rewind
In reality, 4 years back in a Time Machine
I'd
a few years ago, you ain't finna be a member fooling around
But I'm thinking 'bout making it, fuck am I doing? I rap a lot
People don't pull on my trigger
Recording songs daily on a karaoke machine
Fast forward 02' now my tapes on disc
When I first got a taste how they be hating and shit
They was making me mad
a martyr
Dropping singles not albums like 1,2,3,4,5 tha Carter
These rhymes are sick in the head so lock me up like Jeffrey Dahmer
Tha Carter I’m talking Lil
a
lower middle class family with only one brother Michael whom I love
dearly. He was five years my senior. My father's nickname was Red which I
could
I Need It (prod. by Cormill)
(Chorus)
I just keep feinin & feinin (& feinin x2)
I need it I need it
My money is blue I’ve been eatin’
I gotta get
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