Lyrics:
alright
[Mike G]
?? vibe and all systems go (uh-huh)
Packin my gear, headin for the next show (yeah)
Coolin on the stoop, waitin for my ride
My man Keith
Welcome to the meth lab, listen, it's time to cook
Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book
Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin' just by
I'm the man you can call me Mr. Beenie
Keep 'em wishin' and I take em back Mr. Genie
Caught the fake, askin' for a feature yea you're feenin'
This year
grown up and old, and beyond the cops' control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin' to bag me and get rocked steady
By the MAC one-double, I
from
So I extend my hand to my man, screaming, "I'm on my way!"
Yes I rap but best believe
Them things still get wrapped by Papi, screaming, "It's
flat
Copper bullet a fly thru yuh New Yankee hat
Nyam bullet like carrot yuh
Madda fuckin Parrot
Mi a talk like dem all dead pon di spot
And him nyam by
Joe’s bugging
1st Verse
JAJII
Mama said I’m a winner man
So, I act like a like a winner man
Born sinner man
Dread n’ failure like Beenie Man
So, we
never knew what all it carried
But they knew when she unloaded by the banks
Two rusty rigs roared out of there brakin' scrapin' jammin' gears
Disguised
a space by the policeman
Gun shots all around over my head
They'll never arrest me man...yeah right
So I look into my rear view mirror
They're closer
the sound of this
Guy on stand by jay-Z's half the reason why
Poor poets are held at bay
Lyrics sharp as a ginsu for you
And other people to sway
Back
grown up and old, and beyond the cops' control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin' to bag me and get rocked steady
By the MAC one-double, I
a hotel by the water, a quart of bombay gin
The road goes on forever and the party never ends
They soon ran out of money, but sonny knew a man
Who knew
a hotel by the water, a quart of bombay gin
The road goes on forever and the party never ends
They soon ran out of money, but sonny knew a man
Who knew
We're all in it together said the man at the top
But the salt of the earth is the sand in their gears
Chorus
Pandemonium Filling up my ears
Pandemonium
Crush by the lite- (Victoriouz)
New shit, man
Tearin' the streets up
It's your boy Lil Durk tunin' in with DJ Victoriouz, man (my nigga Lil Durk)
flag get wave all the time
On P dont need no P45
New Year New gear so its only right
mmmm you aint met no man like me alive
Im feeling alive and kicking
Open up wide fangs hang up on the inside
Stuck there dangling strangle em off with the fish line
Man handle him out of the new ride
Left him
up the Cohiba getting blunted by the pound
I made it to the top, who thought I rubbled from the ground
Bird city, who holdin' it down, me and my man
is how it went down, here we go
We talkin' a few years before you even appeared
I was into my little gear
Yeah, weed and my beer
Hustlin' out
for props, tell your pops call the cops
See now I'm on the run, but still havin' fun
Livin' by the MAC, my gear is all black
I keep killin', because
with all that phony shit and gimmickin
Take me to the plug, I ain't goin' through no middleman
I'm tryna get the keys to the Beamer like I'm Beenie Man
for props, tell your pops call the cops
See now I'm on the run, but still havin' fun
Livin' by the MAC, my gear is all black
I keep killin', because
rap now, following these dreams
I'm a call my clientele, man, and sign all my fiends
Same gear for a week, wearin' dirty cloths
All day in the spot,
take you through a tunnel of thought
Wit no support now you got caught off guard
By the number one scar from the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically fulfillin' this
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