Lyrics:
la-la-la
Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the four-ty five
It's the R.O.C. baby, sing our lullaby
C'mon!
[Chorus]
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come,
Rap ain't nothin' but cash, money, bitches, foreign cars and trees
Cristal by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
I know I promised my niggas I'd
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
by your grace that I'm even here
So, how can I keep it hot?
*beat comes in* Like this...
[Singing]
M - my masterpiece, monumental
O - outstanding
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
on to the pole, drop it low and get loose
No x-o if you don't want to get loose
My potnas in the club and we chillin' to the max
Poppin' bottles, blowin'
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
niggas in the game
A lotta niggas got two albums I can't explain
How they maintain to keep the same migraines
I can't help it if my brain is supersonic
like eagles soar
Our God can do so much more
Can't shake it, can't break it
O Lord you've been so good to me, so faithful
When I call you by name,
only trying to get free of his body
And soar like an eagle high up there in heaven
His shouts and his curses they are just hymns and praises
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
*Taken from the album "A Tonic For The Troops"
*Written by Bob Geldof
Hey, Em, it's Paul
Uh, I was listening to the album
Good fucking luck, you're on your own
Guess who's back, back again?
Shady's back, tell
Underground left and right pair surround sound can't be scared
Plea the ams radio tapes that he jammed
Golden chrome, desert eagle never left at home
Flip
felt the horror man, but I ain't touch the 'cane
Yea, it's still mucho trabajo
Though the road is rocky, I'ma K.O. Apollo
Where I come from 'nuff man
You are my Lord, my God
You are my sword and shield
You are the Word, O Lord
To You alone I yield
Though the sky fall down around me
Though
like it's legal
A nigga move around with the Eagle
I go off! We say you get
It if we don't believe you
This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel, I go off
Big
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
boom, boom
'cause its like that
'O' is for only, only Holly Grove
The 'V' is for Villion
Them wild, wild, soljas
'E' is for Eagle
Yes, the Eagles took me
'em up
How would I know H-B-O would get a shot of us?
Sitting so close that we almost got snot on us
Please don't bow in my presence
How am I
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
has been waiting
My soul anticipating your love, your love, your love
Ladies and gentlemen,
I have the pleasure to present on my album
Mr. Dizzy
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