Lyrics:
clip under the seat
40cal sit on the lap
Live by the code of the streets
Get caught and you never rat
Some niggaz got a degree
Some niggaz just rather
what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, guess you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, leave
lets we go in a race
You don't want hit it? shit ima face
Your shit mid and it's laced
I wish dat I could ball like Tracy
One, Two, Three, Four lets go
yo back and you try to go and front on me
Cause if you play me up that fye and now I'm looking at a first degree
I up dat fye
(Up it)
A nigga ply with
eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
On and poppin' she mad marketing
Attitude like we arguing
With her by my side bring glitter to my life
I
lunch by lakes
MJand meet a hundred different bitches when I drop new tapes
I had to sacrifice, get things right
In this rap life, I paid my dues
for all my Gs
Quarterback in the streets
Throw a zip for three
Mr mC on the beats that
Still spin when I freeze
In the city by the sea, bitch
Feel
could talk for myself
And Lord Knows I shine (Lord)
Ain't no nigga formin' words for me
Pshh, Fire, 3rd degree
Mind off this planet
Certainly
charming and you my everything
Never leave you hanging by a string, get that out your mental let’s go
We’re supposed be over 3
3 months ago
We let each
excuse!
After the 3rd time, he kept Her
Eye realized this shit was useless
(Damn)
And that's too bad
We don't do steps we Do Tribe shit Sucka
Women
can't get through
Why don't you leave your name and your number
And I'll get back to you (X3)
Yo what's up man, this is Ronald Master down with
sleeves.
Four-door swoosh made by Nike.
Drop-top jumpan suit, by Mike E.
Got to like my player, I'm in it for the dough.
I'm in it for show, matter fact
a couple of folks reload from the West to the East coast,
Gotta get that dough, flip them bows, get back to the 'Mo like pronto
With guacemole, niggaz can't
name
I ain't no joke, I gotta..
Roscoe bustin on lames to get the scrilla nigga
Roscoe, see me in traffic of this static with my..
Roscoe who dat little
It's old love, I could see the eyes up above
watchin, waitin for me to slip
lose grip, opposition got me on their list
I get freshed by Jase
he threw
[Royce The 5'9'']
T-M-Royce 5
Pause
Listen to why girls drop they drawls
A lot of em they want to get involved
Well why you still holding up
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh
Say dawg, let's not get involved
You don't wanna tango, I'll dress you in a halo
Cock the gauge, polka dot your braids
Face
out, saw it all with my 3rd optical
Then like bootcamp overcame obstacles
Now I'm living the life, yeah I'm living the life
And I be fucking up at times
really me I hope u get the message
Bitch
U niggas be huffin n puffin I don't do da bluffin
Fuck 3 x 4 bitch I don't do the cuffin
Don't need u whores swea
cases
Dat don’t mean we won’t make it
All my niggas motivated from the highest degree
We be touching check Check we got no degree
I’m be in that
gone.
While I'm in my zone
While I'm in my zone
3rd vs/Outro:
I do this shit wit so much ease
They thinking bout checking me for P.E.D.'s
cllergic
YUP! ( in background)
(scratch) 1, 2, 3 as this is plain to see
I go by the name of Jermain Dupri
Dopeman fresh in the place to be
And uhh
[Chrous:]
a destiny
Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me, unless you just
Def dumb and blind you know the pedigree
Better get ready because I'm
Yeah, well okay
Let's get it movin', let's get it started
This is Kardinal Offishall, T-Dot style
But right about now
You see me for 2K3, I'm
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