Lyrics:
I lost my fame
It's a cheap trick
I want to do it again
I've got no life [Repeat x2]
I am a separate entity
From the guy I was before
Here
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
all my women
Next two years, I should see about a billion
All for the love of drug dealin
Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks (fuck them)
cleats
Cause they're speech refuses to
Reach beyond the beach have a seat quick
(uh) I speak or spit flicks
On your cheap hit's
Time to complete shit,
was blinded
Blinded by fool's gold
You were never 24 karat
Just some cheap souvenir
And I want that 24 karat
I was a fool
Mixing up with you
Now I see
did the first one
Five album run, now the cursed one, it's a blessed one
By the time y'all hear this, we be half way through the next one
Bless up
to suck a dick
Motherfucker ducked, what the fuck, son of a bitch
Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other shit
Can't tell me shit about the tricks
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
to suck a dick
Motherfucker ducked, what the fuck, son of a bitch
Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other shit
Can't tell me shit about the tricks
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
right
I'm black, blacker than a trillion midnights
"Don't Believe The Hype" was said in '88 by the great Chuck D
Now they're tryin' to fuck me!
Look ahead as we pass, try and focus on it
I won't be fooled by a cheap cinematic trick
It must have been just a cardboard cut out of a man
Top
a picnic
Take a clip, bitch
Take a Twitpic,? of a big dick
Talkin' too slick, too quick, to a new bitch
Bitch'll teach a trick to a trick
Have a blue dick
[DJ Khaled]
Diaz Brothers
DJ Khaled
I rep my city
Dade County, let's go!
[Trick Daddy]
Dade County stand up right now
Always from Carol City
a cheap forty
Lordy was shootin' dice
Point and you winn forty
Six be a damn point
Roll and you hit the joint
Lookin for blazing dude
Your head was
"What you sayin'? You ain't buy nothing for us"
I didn't buy nothing of course, ya bitches is whores (please)
What, I look like support? Me, trick
Clean up gang with a hoover pull up a sweep the street
Tell babe book park chinois, the bricks came cheap this week
Brought out the glee this week
Yeah, F-50
As times go by, I twist the lah
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gon' die
You think I'm off point 'cause
You see me gettin' high
But
Abra-abracadabra
Abracadabra
Abracadabra, alakazam
How do he make all these albums be ill?
Simple; by usin' the alchemy skills
But I'm warnin' ya; don't try
you say G.O.O.D. Music?
Can you say G.O.O.D. Music?
And we do's this.
Uhn. Get ready for the next dynasty nigga!
Finally Famous the album comin' soon
It's only up from here like I started climbing rocks
The luv child, my story told by Diana Ross
Driving by I thought fine dining was Red Lobster
hats
And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck
on no Twitter, I be go on a niggas
I'ma make you be a gangster, bring the ho out niggas
I'm bumpin' Slaughter Gang, 21, back when I was 21
Drive-bys
boys
Tonight we're droppin' by 'cause your parents left
The Beastie Boys gonna let you know
Your sister's def
Your sister's def
She's so huh, is
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