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of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
up box out pass me the rock cuz its been a lil minute since I've hit a slam dunk
Wont budge when it's rough made truce and I paid up
Been slave til I
rock
Wu got it locked, performin' live on your hottest block
As the world turns, I spread like germs
Bless the globe with the pestilence,
rock
Wu got it locked, performin' live on your hottest block
As the world turns, I spread like germs
Bless the globe with the pestilence,
hit someone who's
Guilty we're the people who sit back
And tolerate children owning guns
And we're the ones who tune
In and watch the up-to-the-minute
never falling
Never said that I'm flawless
Still calling unto the Lord
Trynna figure out what's my calling
I take it in by the moment
Think I know where
could learn about
Learn about
You can't even tell me if you seeing someone else while I still lick up on that booty
I ain't been in it in a minute but
you really wanted to be us
Where the fuck was you when I was pouring up
The dirty by the leader
Rock the boat like aaaliyah
Serving niggas like fima
with lyrical gun pillars,
I blow up the spot when it's time to rock
I speak through a mic my voice peak out at a hundred watts
Who want to fight
laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's
To go and make more paper
To pay for water
We live by a stream
(If you leave after six, you'll be an hour late
A minute before and you're four hours early
a cop or two
'Cause me and the crew could still get our rocks off
The penitentiary don't stop a nigga 'cause he's in jail
Hell I'm makin' more money
a cop or two
'Cause me and the crew could still get our rocks off
The penitentiary don't stop a n**** 'cause he's in jail
Hell I'm makin' more money
to rock a dope show, looking up to those pros
Eyes open, mouths closed, when you witness my flow
Got it all on my own, as I'm watching time go
Calling me
to learn,
to never count us out.
I feel like I’m falling apart
And then I fall to the dark
I know I’m forgotten about
Surround by doubt
And then I open
the final four
No I'm lyin got no time for whores
I been fuckin less and grindin more
Rollie no Michael Kors
I'm smokin strong final form (Ay Yeah)
Talkin
Where'd you learn to do that?"
"Man, I don't know
I guess I always knew that
I had this talent deep down inside
You wanna hear some more man?" "yeah!"
"Come
served by the nigga, the nerve at the throat
You think you bad but bitch you never had
A nigga to give more heart attacks than Fred Sanford had
gotta hot your crew
I gotta, let you niggas know the time like Movado
My motto, stack rocks like Colorado
Waddle off the champagne, Cristals by
gotta hot your crew
I gotta, let you niggas know the time like Movado
My motto, stack rocks like Colorado
Waddle off the champagne, Cristals by
Look up never get shook up
Pick a book up and learn something
I got some heat for the streets
That'll make you smarter
Take away your ego
dope is amazin'
The bitch that's with you already know that I'm blazin'
That's by the number, we can slumber, on the under
Girl no wonder, you got
Yea
Ohhh Yea
(Don’t call me michael no more)
Yea
(King Of The North)
I Am
I can’t even trust my kin
I can’t even trust my kin
Damn
I can’t
pardon me
She walk by my side like part of me
(uhhh)
Nobody here no more
Remember them days I was sleep on the floor
Now we fly the cost rock Christian
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