Lyrics:
to sell crack to put clothes your back
Look don't stereo type me because I'm from the ghetto
I ain't buss no guns or drive by's so just settle
Shit what
weed
Now I jump in the beemer like Jimmy Schnook
I'm a crook, never play by the book
You can tell by my look
Damn it's been a short time comin'
But you
with the door locked
Shorty K's on the phone, Lil J's on the floor
the Jeffersons on the tube somebody knockin at my door
who is it?
I ain't expectin no
head, all you got 'em scared
All by myself, Koop shout in my bed
Sell a bitch that swole, we cook this in stoves
Paul pass me a swisher and blow out
shopper
Went in Saks broke as fuck
Got some pills stuffed in my sock
On the block posted up
Still gon' fuck even though
She a gold digger
I guess that mean
A Birkin bag okay, bae, you could get whatever you like
Shawty say she want to go M&J, through your her day
You ain't said nothing but a word we
Hold up, Back at it again
Right back to the money I ain't leaving not a cent
Shout out to my Africans yeah I gotta represent
Black star to the heart
from head to your feet
You got these bitches mad they can not compete
And I'm just hoping that you come swing it by me.
Like shawty swing my way
Cause
wishing 'em well
Uh (Skrrt, skrrt)
My shorty Spanish, no J Lo, uh (Sauce)
Giving me head like a halo, uh
I could put you on a payroll, yeah
Lay you out
to the funky beat
And then I looked at her and pushed the seat back
Turned off her box and put on my eight-track
And then I started rappin' without no pause
necklace
There's no other way
We bring it back to the
East like we brother J
Any fucking day, you could come see us
North, South, West Philly
You don't wanna
Pokémon cards
We was taking them shits
I'ma hit your ass first
Like I'm Ray J and shit
And I knew I was a star
I was wasting my shit
Remember I was working
and that's a fact
They love ya boy I love em back
That's why big daddy D is my nick name
Crew and v.i.p deep like a game
Before the night is over ima
Way way back in BC
Lived a chosen virgin
By the name of Mary
Of Nazereth
Mary saw an angel
With a holy message
Mary you are pregnant
With a son
get away like O.J from the crime
On another thought I thought of a better line
Thought of it never occurred in my mind
I get away like O.J in his prime
gotta hell of a flow but not to many's ever telling me so
they too slow when my melody blow, i let the jealousy go
way back, hey jack, i don't play that,
looked at her and pushed the seat back
Turned off her box and put on my 8-track
And then I started rappin' without no pause
Cause my mind was just
By no means do I promote violence, but if you got opps and you see an opps and you want to shoot, walk down
Runnin' shit up tell them boys to go
yall the best but I must move
Got to heal, I take my love back, just to renew
We stay strong, stay with the same ones
And the ones that left never
over
Snatch the Tec-9's from Yukmouth
And blast *gunshots* back at ya Rover
I told you I'm the dirtiest
Him...and gettin' up the earliest
Fuckin' wit' my
love my Cool J style gotta have it
They just want to ride in the horse and carriage
Live life lavish, brand new fashion
Climatic action on the mattress
Come check out our favorite clown, J-RAA!
Welcome to the circus this is my show
Got my face painted got my smile on
And my eyes low now
Can everybody
back
In thе VIP with your bitch on my lap
We just fuckin' I’m never attached
All this drip on me look like a tap
Heke tlomba ngwanao kira Dagwood
Kemo
But I had family and friends that I needed to see
So I sent up a smoke signal with some green
And wouldn't you know one by one I found my fam
Everyone
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