Lyrics:
introduce myself
But nah, you all gon' figure out
Who this Major Phoenix really is
'Cause you all gon' see my dedication
Think I did this before
But now, it's
the posse (pool party with the posse)
We be the talk of the topic
These fuck niggas don't where the drop at (uh)
They won't want us ridin' in the drophead
your bitch up in the shower, that's a shower fuck
I fuck your bitch and now she pregnant, shit, we outta luck
HoodyBaby, Master P's 'boutta 'boutta
stomach
Because I'd seen the cover and the man that they were talking about
Had instigated a riot in one of our major cities last summer
convicted
Money, money, power, respect
I guess I'm addicted
Money, power, ammunition, guess I'm addicted
QC the label
Money we makin', without a major
Behold! what manner of Love
The Father has given unto us
That we should be called the Sons of God
What a privilege yah yah
Wind child on the loose
Looking at me
Cause I be in the latest
Beefing with me
Then it's gonna be major
Bet you aint know
That your life was in danger
Your boy get saluted
in this game is as big as us
If it is, you can tell 'em, we don't give a fuck
I gotta, hit 'em hard like Ronnie Lott
Defended by Johnny Coch'
snorting Ursa Major
I know again
I'm back in my den
She breathes in my ear
So close and so near
She's my Mishka
My dear she-bear
You say I'd better beware
often caught up in the materialism
One of the ways to stem my brain from this imperialism
Brought upon by the system
Louis Vuitton could sure clear up my
better with you
Music is better with you
High life
We on a major roll (yeah)
Highlight you
On a major troll
By night it might
Thunder n storm
By night she
each other up where we're lost
Feel the light again and our wings unchained
Our light is suppressed
By the darkness we posses
We grow and feed within
Our
about the girl in the sidekick
The rubber don't system in the swallow kid
See drive by with the posse, ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah
Hey Charlie Brown, where
simply makin wishes
We got no time for fake black leaders and dreamers blowin wishes
youse a fraud, I mean a fraud like in fraudulation
I know what it
friend
Begin again
Astonish my friend
A shot in the dark
Elements of life
A reset is so sharp
Like the knives we cut by
I'm so sore
Of reaching this height
1949 constitutionalized
we start making sense
and say that we abide.
There's been three major wars
In the brown community,
we still lack the smile,
Major go dumb on this bitch he go sped
Aye whole lotta shots, tha best motherfucking rapper
Aye whole lotta shots, leave a fuck nigga dead
Tempted by
Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out
Cut the J anyway it come nigga, section 8
See we straight, how much money I make
This block [?]
Janis it's a shame you couldn't do an up tune for us but I liked that one.
Later in the show.
Yeah, maybe later we'll be talking too. You're really
try to tell them, "We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no-one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show,
in this shit, we want all the fuckin' money man
We get all the money, independent where it's at man
I'ma tell y'all independents like this
If you
Twenty bottles in the club, You know it's nothing
Ten models by my side, Omó it's nothing
Hundred G's for the night, I swear it's nothing
We do this
shit so major
Ayy hold on
Bend Bend Bend Bend
Last song I was stepping Now I'm trying to bend
Give a fuck if we blood I'll shoot at my kin
You heard
they see me
I flaunt it: America's Most Wanted, live on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed
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