Lyrics:
From a young teen, a murder team, inspired by crime
See Allah Just granted permission for my position
Sit down, write rhymes, escaping this repetitive
All my ladies and fellas
Can you feel me out there?
Piña coladas
Tequila and squirt,
Like a sweat lodge yurt:
So hot that it hurt in my thick silk shirt
[Killah Priest]
In hip hop I'm a pro fessional
no questions asked better check my jewels
from 98 to 2G's I rule
Killah Priest
spend my summer in (true story)
GOLF Le FLEUR, that's Gianno shoe, what I'm runnin' in
Earlobe look like headlights on a minivan (Gangsta Grillz)
I'm
put my nikes on the coffee table
Her brother came in he's into gangbangin'
Cause he walked up and said "what set you claimin"
I don't bang I write
and not your girl's age
It gets worse by the annual my career's like a how to manual
So I guess it's understandable man
Oh you gotta love it, you gotta
the ladies who be rocking and into the road blocking
My playas who be clockin' and jockin' up in them silk stockings
Is it this, honey dip, with the curvin'
and we're coolin hardcore
You never seen a MC with such style and finesse
Wearin hella silk shirts and pants by Guess
You can search the universe, but you
teams
Just so I can make it rain all spring
Y'all seen my story, my glory
I had raped the game young, you can call it statutory
When a nigga blow up
I put my nikes on the coffee table
Her brother came in he's into gangbangin'
Cause he walked up and said "what set you claimin"
I don't bang I
I put my nikes on the coffee table
Her brother came in he's into gangbangin'
Cause he walked up and said "what set you claimin"
I don't bang I
depths untold
Heartbeats slow the stories old
Echoed voices secrets hold
In this place of silk and gold
Deep in water find my soul
Ocean's whisper takes
Doggytyle, yeah
B.I.G.
Uhh, to all the ladies in the house
Where they at?
Uhh, uhh, check it out
C'mon B.I.
Another day in the ghetto
One
Doggytyle, yeah
B.I.G.
Uhh, to all the ladies in the house
Where they at?
Uhh, uhh, check it out
C'mon B.I.
Another day in the ghetto
One
a son
You don't want none
I've been there trying and I don't give a damn
I'm gonna cash my checks
Money in my hands
No thanks the world is okay by me
though the seasons change
I still look up to you
cnother trip around the sun
cll praise due to Elohim
Malcolm X
Get to the check by any means
and get my own
I was never the type of kid to wait by the door and pack his bags
Or sat on the porch and hoped and prayed
For a dad to show up who never
He held a mass appeal and a little boy smile
Depressed has a complex his mouth was foul
You need to stay around I feel like telling some stories
First
stories
First there's this arrogant fuck, his names Cory
Hung around my mans Like and Big Trevor
Trevors still locked up, Likes getting his cheddar
Cory
my silk
Let the caged bird sing, gonna wing it
Cut the red tape
Quit monkeying around, and straight up go ape
I always like to hawk up so
I can spit
Always bring them checks in
40 diamonds on my necklace
Look like Prom when the light hit
Bitch I've never been a bitch
I dougie when I dance
Cause my wrist
heard that my pool parties like Mardi Gras
I know you heard that my girl is sponsored by Audemars
That's why she always correctin' me when my time is
And that road not silk
It still come thru the mail
No ya words ain't slick
Jib ain't cut for retail
So don't come round here
With a story to sell
Because my
They light fires in my mind
For the stories they pay me to write
Objects of love form the basis
For the money that we need to survive
Lover of mine I
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