Lyrics:
like Kunta
That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L, if you disagree
Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go just go
don't really no beef) (Cuz dey f***in Scared)
Fuck da police, My 1st line
And dats how I feel, n***a like ery time
Try time I jump in da booth, my n***a
a pass
This rhyme, you're operating on f*ck time
Y'all n*ggaz ain't worth my shells, all y'all n*ggaz
tryin to do is hurt my sales, and stop trips to John
a bag and match up
Hennessey and bad weed
Believe me it catch up
[Chorus]
Git it right
Ludacris, F.A.T.E. Fullster, Infamous 2-0, ATL
We are
trip
Make my own chips, I cop my own 6
I knock my own shit like I'm on my own dick
My days is short, need coke?
Raid the fort, don't knock by
Yeah, yeah
I said niggas pop shit all the time
Me I don't trip 'cause they know I'm never lyin'
Lookin' between the lines
Feel like Ali in his
got knocked
He home? Fuck dat nigga I'm on my own
Matter fact got my own crib, plus I'm all alone
Word? The bitch is bad; chill son she got me
trip
Make my own chips, I cop my own 6
I knock my own shit like I'm on my own dick
My days is short, need coke?
Raid the fort, don't knock by
and the price you pay
Feel me like a fingertip
(F-fingertip, f-fingertip)
Sometimes I fall, I slip
My heart felt desire be more like you
Trying not to quench your
Illy, and it's all off G.P.s and a PG walk by, beep-beep
Need a freak, skeet, hawk out, big feet on a Jeep
She taught by Weezy F
We be the best, truly
twenty miles apart
Doc is like bad weather reports by Al Rourke
If you're not from the tri-boro, story settled
I pack gaudy metal for those who act fool
Try to take something
Spray ya like febreeze
Yea I rock bape
And I got supreme
Bitch blowing up my line
Like my f*cking feins
Oh ya got expensive taste
Let's dance again
[Puff] Refuse to stop All Out Bad Boy come on
[Mase]
Yo everyday I wake up sick of the homeless
But other than
don't need no freaky, deeky, fractal geometry, crystal silicon chip.
I ain't walking on lay lines, reading no High Times put me on another bad trip
of here.
Yo Dre give me a funky ass bass line.
(Intro Chorus)
What fuck is up? In the place to be.
Coming on the mic is Eazy Motherfucking-E.
Dre is
recline
Shughuli huwanga safi shut the f*ck up and read mine
Bet your ass soon as I'm done you gone be like
He nice, yeah we know
Been a bad man tangu
loss it aint my fault i gotta job/makin it/ sellin it/ smokin it
that's right every bit by bit/ known everybody in this bitch/
and dont trip if you gonna
Music Majors
Um, Reuel stop playin'
And my music's so f— major
Yeah, yeah
I been waitin' on my turn, life is butter, let it churn
'Til you
a ride
Just get in line
Hand by your heart
Like memorize
Ask God please
Could you energize?
Beam on up
To the Enterprise
From the inner-city
like acid trip
Every soldier need a f*** bad b****
Every goddess need a f***ing savage
I need you
You need me
Since what you drinkin
Hennything
I got you
stands)
I might have to put your ass in a five by four case of glass
And show you off
Huh, some type of art expo
You Miami bad, some type special (damn)
they'll pull your car
Runnig from the cops.. we don't do it.. we disappear
Is tha bad? We second line yo ass up in my city
I'm from the N-O-L-I-M-I-T!
Don't
a wrong place
But it could lead to
A way cooler space
You'll never have a bad trip
If you accept
The twists and the turns
That you don't expect
listen, you can tell him once or you can tell him twice, but by the end of the night he gone still be on my line and just like a thought I'm gone still be
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