Lyrics:
With no back bone, send em back home to moan
I'ma open your head up by crackin your dome
It means your dead as fuck, when your casket gone
You want
With no back bone, send em back home to moan
I'ma open your head up by crackin your dome
It means your dead as fuck, when your casket gone
You want
got a company now niggaz steady flowin' for me
Well, buy my album and play it like your favorite movie
If not then don't say shit to me
Shit, this
benvenidos, by popular demand
It's the most requested DJ from the east coast
Io canto, en el nombre del padre, hijio, e del el spirito santo
I'm half Indian,
and had a son
And now he makes his living as a singing comedian
I'm in every Zeppelin album; I'm in all Rush Limbaugh's rants
I'm the reason that
careful how you invest
Now the G Wagon interior glaring off my Patek.
I know you have that on ya conscience this is Canada to Compton.
Get a Grammy then
some, consumed every day (day)
I started with my crew, now I sit alone and play (play)
I'm crazy, I'm lonely, I feel I barely know me
I'm through with it,
I been stopped countin'
I sold my only car just
To print my first album, ahh
Now that's a gamble when no one cares
I put it all out on the
Table homie
that got canned
But I'm stickin' it out on this al-bam (Bam?)
I mean album
Was on powder, not talcum
Ask Malcolm in the Middle
Everybody ever give you
But that's a compliment
Plus y'all fucking with the realest on the continent
Independent solo content by the boat load album number 1 with no promo
No
Oh shit it's about to get wild right now
Nadia Nakai bragga
Emtee the Hustler yeah
And of course
It's Capital
I I
I just walked in with the racks
'cause her music's too loud
And she just caught up in the zone of a Ludacris album
Now she's home, she opens the door, moves to get out
Soon as the foot
People's husband you go by
Now everyday when me see you, you a cry
We both know anuh real love that
Anuh real love that
You do your dirty works, so you
And fortay get the rest of OCP
And all the punks will pound them
You want to hear this with a beat nigga, buy the fuckin album
But for now here's a scripture,
And you've still got it in your drawer, even now
Your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze
We're singing in the car getting lost upstate
Autumn leaves
well with the pen, now I'm sicker again
Y'all been waiting for this album to drop
And off the top like a pringle I been waiting to pop
It's my time,
to be|Especially when the only one in the van is me|And I sat down on the curb and watched a squirrel get hit by a car|And I wondered where you are, whoever you
without my friends
I don't need nobody's help
People I trusted stabbed my back
So I don't trust nobody else
I'll be Kaiser by myself
Ain't nobody I left
since birth been fighting for the crown
Now all of the sudden they kinged these clowns
All because a real ruler wasn't around
It's time for me
shit for days
Right now I really ain't got no time to go and waste
I'm out on the hustle and I'm tryna get paid
Worked part time at a job I fucking hate
So you want use this one open the mic yeah
So wetin I suppose do now?
Make I just dey drop bazz
How you see am Master
See see I know say I no get
talk down on my name
When you asked for advise
Gotta stay ready for everything
Don't let them catch you by surprise
They ask me how to became wise
Everybody saw me now they hella want me
They want all the shit that I got
Do anything for it buy me a new Rollie
First album we comin in hot
Do what you
contacted by magazines now
Holding them ransom with clips of my sound
I'm gonna need that advance in a week
I'm gon' need a couple thousand at least
Bitch I'm
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