Lyrics:
that I catch and I throw back
And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back
You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle
Fuckin' with me? You better
like a 2 dollar bill, in the Stu with the hits going straight for the kill
Dropped one album and they all screaming more
Hop up in my bag, time to check
keep 100 I give 'em two bucks
Niggas want smoke till I spark em like they new blunts
Hit em up with both middle fingers I don't give two fucks
Pac in 96
on
His first album, he sampled some of the
Dialogue in Stanley Kubrick's Eyes Wide Shut
And he tells me he got
The inspiration for his hit
Song "Super Rich
And acapella Christmas albums
Unless you like that
And then you get
No acapella Christmas albums
Deserve to wrap gifts in odd-shaped boxes
Fairy lights tangled
hit and lick
On a fuck nigga I'll take your hoe
Her pussy's worn out when I dipped my toes
So I throw the bitch by the fucking door
Pack your bags just
And acapella Christmas albums
Unless you like that
And then you get
No acapella Christmas albums
Deserve to wrap gifts in odd-shaped boxes
Fairy lights tangled
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
boi a geeker
Wantin more den the green
Movin sideways
Checker pieces in da street
Nigga step to me
Last resort is up my sleeve
Buju sama shotta
But I
they have become mentally paralyzed
With hits that I devise
Now I testify, the rest is I
Rebel INS, Your Highness
Blessed to electrify with
like the rest, this is just not checkers
I don't really love her, that bitch did me wrong, left me all in the rain
In two years, I'ma cop me a RNW chain
you finish working out)
Feel so good, feel so good, yeah (or when your girl come before you do)
Every time I hit the block, the shepherd come
time no hear, man, what's up?
[James A. Smith]
Say man
People been kicking around a lot of hoe shit in my ears
[Too Black Records representative]
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
shots got hit by many
Pull up shoot he dead and then we
Vroom on the Yamaha,
Chromed-out eleven-hundred
What I'm doing?
Getting money
What we doing?
Longboard in the streets posting vogue
Getting followed by the trees living next door to Alice
Wearing all our gold
Two dollar store for all our clothes
They
took a couple hits but I'm still flowing like blood cells
My money's epidemic, it multiply fast
I'm grinding in the cut like a piece of broken glass
sit low free flow ego chubby
If I ain't dress like them I guess I'm ugly
None of our ex-girls love us
Heard about it in the VW
Trippin' like we all had
Yea yea ok
Shout out REX
Shout out No Eyez
Watch Killah get his cheddar up
Play by play got feta huh
We been stacking chips
Yea this checkers bitch
the bigger person, just barely by an inch, tuftey
Pulled up in that bulletproof
Got ya bitch screaming like pac back
No coupes, only big bodies
So my rooftop
I make
From an album to the movie screen
Owning it all
Dominating when I hit the scene
Only the best
Gotta keep it ever dawn on me
Love it how I make
the inforcer'
Mass murder motherfuckers in a course of
An everyday situation where I would stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by
Eazy-E
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