Lyrics:
(Benz)
Lookin' like somebody that people like (Like)
Can't but help to think how fake it is
This world and this music biz
I just want all of this paper,
of paying, lately I've been playing with digits
So much coming from these words, it's making 'em nervous
Ain't a thing by chance, everything you see
their ears, I got a perfect licking mind
Bout to slide by their crib, point it out and put you down
Take what you want, tie they ass up
Just don't, get,
Gregory Hines (uh, uh, uh)
Still on the phone, discussin' my biz
Like it could never be mines
I know the price, know the risk
Know the wrongs
fake one
Whatever you de go through
E be time
This too shall pass
You thought it was a lie
Joy cometh in the morning
You go be fine
I no lef I dey here
Like he Seymour
Inspired by the pushers of the pen weighin' kilos
Saw Kanye spit it through the wire tryna be more (Bmore)
Than your average rap cat
Sack
the blender
I lose ya, mass-confusion, question mark clues in
What where why whose-it, quiz
Time to ask yourself who it is
Sheisty P.L.O. underhanded biz
and I don't quit
I get pushed to the limit, and yo that's it
Step by step, I put an end to your fun
Cause I'm the chosen one, yes me my son
A young kid
comfortably
Yeah it's back different day, same fuckery
She shawty she ain't fuck with me
'Til I got my Lexus will someone tell that bitch that they made by
Most people don't see how much work is really involved
In this rap shit
I didn't know it
I didn't see it
I never saw it until I was actually in it
a chaser like the paparazzi
Its crazy she still on top a the biz
I'm with Brit, while KFed watchin' the kids
Britney (verse 1):
He was kinda like a summer
And by the way, do you still got that school girl skirt?
Like the cops imma watch her watch me
Shot with a chaser like the paparazzi
Its crazy she still
[Chorus 2X: Krayzie Bone]
You need some reefer we smokin that bombay (bombay)
You need some liquor we pourin it all day (all day)
Lookin for drama my
been no cash made in it
So who thought you could get paid with it?
Just crash the club with my crew and then I'm outta there
Hit some skins, act
'cause its time to bring the biz to kids
And blow all hell fire out your empire
Your livest wire couldn't make my Mobb expire or retire
I'm lettin' off
cheese, get that dough
Well it's the first of the month my nigga so you know what it is
Let's get down to the block and get that handlin' this biz
Call
day we'll be eye to eye
It is what it is, I left the vest at the crib
Extended the clip, I'ma give 'em the biz
Catch you jackin' your dick, now you
o'place it was
Before it got "discovered" by the kind o'
Cat that knows the earth belongs t'him
Back when the world was young
An' man was a living god
you wanna ride around
Roll up the koheeba getting
Blunted by the pound i made it to the top
Who thought I rubbled from the ground
Bird city, who holdin
[Redman]
Eh you already know what it is nigga
Lemme tell you something (Eh fuck them Gilla House niggas)
Eh what you talkin' about bitch I'm
(Samples by Alchemist:)
Looked up the dj, and said may I?
[Large Proffesor]
Blow and pow like 4th of July explosives?
Lit it up, like the 4th
This is a public service announcement
Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records
"Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost
shit so vicious
Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of feelin' restricted
Fans sayin' I switched
They can tell I was hurt by lookin' at my Twit pic
Got
Little more volume in the headphones please
Unspoiled by progress
"As Is" is how I follow through
It's not who you squeeze
But who returns once again
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