Lyrics:
We always gonna stay 'pon top always
Dis bad man you get shot, anyways
Bad man nuh tek back chat no day
Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat zigga, zigga
We
we livin' in?
Bang those dividends, snakes stay slitherin'
How you plan to make it to the top by just fittin' it?
How you plan to take a nigga's
And whether you believe it or not, you see us,
So So Def make y'all true believers,
My whole entourage keep it top notch evidently,
We push V's from Bentley
early sunday morning it was a big ganja smuggling
Ina de mud me a pick kali bud an me a load dem down in off the top
One by one, load up de van, all
nieces and your moms and your girl
(If you grind hard enough)
You can stand on top and tell these hatin' ass niggas it's the world
I'm on deck, on point,
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
more style than Son Dooby's got horn
Top o the morn, rise and shine
LA swine, got no spine
Drop that stick, pig, my crew's real thick
Drop your gun, pig,
Ran off on the plug, hit the gas, smash the pedal (woo, woo, woo)
Chop off my top like I'm Samurai Jack (Jack)
Blow this bitch up like some gas
and physicians
Have been summoned to his bed
It'll soon be top morticians
We'll be calling for instead
With each wheeze the nation's humming
Egypt shakes with
dudes
Lost his gun off jiggaboos, he went and brought another tool
They say they gon' try to rob who? Your top you lose, go with your move
You bang
when I build my shit it's gone be something like this
Little rich ass niggaz sitting on top of the cliff
Cars parked all the way down the street
I bet
bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still gettin' swole off bread and water
I don't know if they fags or what
Search a nigga
the microphone and I'm gone take it away
Every time I spit I blow one or two speakers
Top model diva but my name not Eva
Yeah I bring fever rocking classic
hoes
60 racks in my pocket, 60 racks in my jeans
60 racks in my pocket, top back when I lean
I pull up in that motherfucking Phantom Ghost
This song
wanna see you set some trends
They don't love me like way back then
Wasn't even there for me even most my mans
I just wanna ballout fall off in my big
I wake up and got four or
Five bitches in the bed
Smokin weed, Drinkin liquor by da keg
I was born an OG if yaint heard about me
I put four or five
make it to the top, well he probably did and dropped
Struck down by the strength of the will
Ain't nothin' left here partner, just the dust of a plague
I wake up and got four or five bitches in the bed
Smokin weed, Drinkin liquor by da keg
I was born an O.G. if yaint heard about me
I put four
the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
All you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like
(Chorus)
[PD]
I took rap by the throat & locked it
P-Diddy fixed all those who tried to stop it
Some of y'all tried to blast off, but couldn't rock it
the top dog jump dead off
And we keep his head for a memoir
I sped off with the head off
Goin' big Bruno on Mars
Sippin' Longstar, turn a pornstar
What what what, what what, what what, what what
Whoa
One two three, Mos Def and Talib Kweli
We came to rock it on to the tip-top
Best alliance in
on slam
She get trippy off Xans, lost twenty-one grams
And she did it on cam, wasn't no video dance
Make my own rules
I really don't pick, I just choose
baby, I can betcha that we won't be 'round here for long
Freedom train keeps movin' on
Stoppin' off and take it slow
Top it off when we get low
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