Lyrics:
killa hill
Resident, rest in peace to my nigga Two Cent
The street life is the only life I know
I live by the code style it's mad P.L.O
Iranian thoughts
talking, this is my fucking shop
How dare you even try me? Don't you know you be funky, while
You're smiling backstage doing mother, ugh, doggy style
Hot,
won't sell
but I'll just hold my ground this time, I mean
it's my magazine, isn't it?
So I was thinking that as the snowflakes fell
and I heard
won't sell
but I'll just hold my ground this time, I mean
it's my magazine, isn't it?
So I was thinking that as the snowflakes fell
and I heard
Exactly what I do the world calls me Q
But my letter don't work unless
It's followed by a "U"
You, will never find love in the club
No, neither will I too
to get it
Catch another flight and I change the aesthetic
You know I'm the man, I'll show you 'round my city
Gas 93, now everything litty
Rooks got
a thousand pages give or take a few,
I'll be writing more in a week or two,
I can make it longer if you like the style,
I can change it round,
And I want
even my niggaz from the Bede say you hella-scared
Truth or consequences, and all senses be well-aware
Your style under-developed there, hell if I care
favorite rapper used to be
One by one I knock 'em out like Schoolly D - my rhymes is eulogy
A flea could move a tree, before ya think ya movin me
I black
of truthful grammar might send me to the slammer
So I got my alibi, so if the DA try to make me fry
I'll poke him in his eye with a who, what, when and why
Oh
(My style is the best)
[Kool Keith]
The club is open catch this
I wreck it swing it, get slinged
Get styles is smooth, styles is sweet
Styles
onion rings
I think my karma is catching up with me
Maybe that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still won't change
Maybe that's why I can't
trying to be lowkey, hopefully nobody notices me
In produce hunched over, giant nosebleed
Ogre style as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen
Intro
The number one set and sound...live! Ghetto Music. Produced by
KRS One.
Widdy bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
Widdy bye bye bye bye
and she pop like Megan thee stallion
We get the gawp and we sipping Henny by the gallon
Fuck all the oops cause we wild like Jimmy fallon
Tonight we wilding
season
You sucka niggas out of style G season
Meek Milly
Paper plates on my Aston Martin bitch I'm ballin
Killin' all my haters tell yo mama pick your
out of style G season
You sucka niggas out of style G season
Meek Milly
Paper plates on my Aston Martin bitch I'm ballin
Killin' all my haters
you down
Now I feel sorry for the rest of my life.
'Cause what comes around, goes around
[Chorus]
'Cause I like the way you change your look.
I
So you motherfuckers thought I was gonna change my style?
- So what are you saying Todd?
To all you bitches, hoes, and all that shit
Here's
will hit your leg, go on and walk it out
I see it clear, you tryin' to sabotage Jimmy
See what happens when you talk after sippin' the Henny?
I'll send
of truth, I'll give you facts right now
Fuck this cypher, my mind ain't on rap right now
So it's fuck metaphors and punches, all the witty shit
Got
cry
In your tea which you hurl in the sea as you see me go by
You say
The price of my love's not the price that you're willing to pay
You cry
In
clearer
I won't let my life pass me by
Stop feelin' sorry for myself
Fish are biting, I'll throw out my line
I've got to love somebody today
I've got
your love)
Give me all your love, boy
You can be my boy, you can be my boy toy
In the nick of time, I can say a sicker rhyme
'Cause it's time for change
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