Lyrics:
they gone remember the myth of me
As a man of strong will and dignity
Shiva depicted ritually
In the village shrines to the divine
To think in front
the first nigga to fuck da world
Converse apparel inspired by..
Fly out the barrel five out the barrel
[Kurupt]
Just take position ammunition, convalescent
the first nigga to fuck da world
Converse apparel inspired by..
Fly out the barrel five out the barrel
[Kurupt]
Just take position ammunition, convalescent
And the elect has been fed
I unveil in the flesh Melchezedeck
Throw rose pedals in front of his steps
Gold medals upon his chest
That old devil is a mess
Vex
Yeah, word, I heard about it, man
Yeah, word, similar story, you know?
Regardless, we all ninjas, and got money,
But the theme of the story
Is
end up the best
Gold I am, hitting all these hoes I am
Fuck your man, he's flatterin', still pitter patterin'
Sadly been out of it 'cause I'm out
Man, I turn on the TV man
I was in the mall, one of the rappers I seen
Up at the mall wearin' the gold chains, one of the guys from BET
Man them
need your man he a nerd
Can tell by my walk ‘imma put on a show
I bet they watch from distance for sure
Make the right move and I might take you home
by the cross fire
Innocent victims who knew nothing about this man's ire
Innocence lost behind the ignorance of envy
Now there's s price to pay revenge
the good dishes down
When the Magi come to town
How quickly we fall from grace to earth
Get thee up and get thee out by dawn
Grab your gold, your
chair
Contracts holdin' me back - to commitments
Product comin' in by the shipments
It's time to make a difference
Gold cuffs, diamond earrings
Drink up,
[Intro: Serious]
Yo remember we was goin down to the mall
To get the juniors with some cheesecake
And these crums was in the front
You know what
Macauly Culkin, "Home Alone" lustin
Tuesday night we stop by Justin's
Check the scene, immaculate
Grab the bottle from the bar and dismantle it
voodoo science
In front of 20 ft. bonfires lookin' skyward
Calculating May 5 2000 the nine planets'll be in alignment
The arrival of the prophet
Ghostwrite y'all niggas some lyrics, whatever y'all niggas need, man
We out here (haha)
Y'all ma'fuckas never seen niggas like us
We the real deal, we
Locked at the hospital
Jamaican Ave., chicken patty with the cocoa bread
I know Jamaicans on drugs, call em cocoa heads
Tits lookin at the front door,
And watch the shore by the rising tide now the whole world can see me
When they get foul that's when my style gets wild
I hang a man in front of a crowd
There was an old man in my home town
had a gold tooth -hair was brown
Ran a drug store down on main street
Wore cowboy boots on his big feet.
I
ciment and concrete blocks
Where the balanced mindstate is
Overwhelmed by greed, it sucks!
And when they wanna meet us
Tell'em not to worry, they'll know
the the image
Front cover raps spillage
Niggas doing suicides rap scrimmage
Making heat real deep in Renaissance basement
Gold chain with the moon pendant
My Moon
explode
Big, bad, and bold B-boys of old
Many styles we hold, let the story be told
Whether platinum or gold, we use breath control
So let the beat
see let me tell you what I mean is
I'm so blind by material things
Yeah sometimes I dont see whats in front of me mane
Yeah ya heard right
I hit
the back and roll up some of this motherfuckin' chronic
Smoke my motherfuckin' ass to death, won't you keep a eye on the front door man
Motherfuckers
They caught me standing
On the front room table
Dancing to Biggie
Speakers swinging by the cable
Know that I'm able
To fuck up your night
No way am I
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