Lyrics:
just wanna be the illest MC (That's all I want)
The same time being as real as can be
Mayhem, sickness, murder, horror
These are the kind of words
know? Nothing slides
Word up it's murder
Dead or alive
My skills are, and will remain
Ahead of you guys
And ain't nothing gon' change that
Dead or alive
You wouldn't get far *** them rap stars
You know who you are, put your hands up, ladies
You wouldn't get far if you kept your legs closed
It would be
girl when you are (i was just frontin')
I'm ready to stop when you are
Jay-z, marshall, kartel and pharrell pha-real
Roc-a-wear apparel for real
Justin Timberlake is just a new form of Michael
It's cold inspiration, that's the way it be
Without a Jay Z's are probably wouldn't be no Peas
So
gave him the gas face
And this ain't got nothin' to do with a scale
Or bein' gay, little faggot, but by the way
Thoughts are gettin' darker by the day
yo
[jay sean]
you dont know me no you dont know me you dont know me yeah aha
straight out of uk came a little british asain brother by the name
(Gotta throw on ya Scooby Doo's, those are shoes by the way)
You're so contagious, I can't take it have my baby, let's just make it
Excuse me, what's
This is music to be murdered by
Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
My joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony
Back when ratchet was a ratchet and the vixen was a vixen and Jam Master Jay was alive, I was mixing
Cooking coke in the kitchen back when Rodman was
shoulders off
Jay-Z R.I.P. the Pimp C
(Uncle Murder Rap)
[Chorus]
When the nigga see me, you know that I got it on me!
Either that Desert Eagle
[the Jay-Z and Tariq verses are from Shaquille O'Neal's "No Love Lost"]
what the hell...what the hell...
check check check check it out
what
2001 we did a lot of touring
2002 we went on the Sprite Liquid Mix Tour
With Jay-Z, 3-11, Talib, NERD, Hoobastank and more
That tour started us
gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"You know him well" "by the name of Jigga"
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"You can love me
me, Jay-Z
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
Roc-a-Fella lock the whole block down
I'm from the M to the A baby are see why
So it's
the darker texture you are the more intellectual
You are so professional our little purple star
Too good for earth you are (I miss you)
Houston's missng
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
surrounded by squeal muh'fuckas like you?
But real niggas don't fret 'cause the number one crew
R to the O to the C comin' true
All I need
Rocawear
through songs and shit
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga, you are not the homie
Bitch I'm well-connected from my section down to Long Beach
Fumblin'
Working hard, working late
I got bars I got jays, jays
I got bars I got jays, jays
Why they pocket watching
I count money by the pound it ain't ever
my club
This is me, Davis Neal
Hangin' out with my father, the JayK-En!
This is me, Davis Neal
If you messin' 'round with the 2nd
People's champ
wit jay-z 'cause he sux and he's lazy, his rhymes are weak and crazy, like mike jones on 24's I still tip, I go bigger than Jay-z's and Fantasia's lips.
feature at night
A quarter-pound of sand in my un-released Nike's
Amsterdam high, smoke it all by tonight
Nigga you ain't know about the life
When
Or just let it slip
Yo
Remote is ready, eyes wide palms are sweaty
there's Flintstones on the TV all ready, Wilma and Beatty
No virgin, I'm channel
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