Lyrics:
y'all all soft
And I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in
It's for the hood by the corner store
Many try, many die, come at Nas if you want
though?
By any means, get the money
We don't want the fame
Y'all think it's something sweet till it
Leaves you numb the same
Try to name a rapper more
sound like mine?
Now, to have a partna as well as my friend
Well I have two partnas as well as my friend
And on goes by the name of...
Maganoo aka
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
please stand up?
I think we have a problem here
Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam, like Tommy just
more unless it's profits
Lord, why you keep boxing me in, 'cause I'm God's gift?
I might set my mic back up in the closet, though
Just to give myself
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
Homicidal, vinyl section, where they always found me
By the motion picture soundtrack with Richard Roundtree on the album sleeve
That's my era shit
Musical
Mozart
Just stand, say you're mad damn, why him?
Z-oh-one Tonka, five-sixty Benz
I'm sick and mad deep no shorts and no sleep
I'm bugged like
on the map
Yo check one two, this is the voice of yours truly the Flava Flav
And I just want y'all to know, we ain't goin' nowhere
Old school is here
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
a writer,
Yeah the passenger hopped out, but you got shot by the driver
There's a killer like everywhere, so why would you take it there,
Neighborhood
swole
Could afford to get up and be anywhere he go
VIP at the club, backstage at the show (yes, y'all)
The best crib, the best clothes
Hottest whips
Grindin' grindin' flow like Poseidon
Going through a lot of pressure like a diamond
All y'all negative energy i've been duckin'
Going through a lot I
were meant
Numbers in my back account keep adding up like royalty
But so are all the reasons why I feel like I can never sleep
3 albums ain't enough
See
K dot dave
Watch how K dot move, something not like you
Have your gun by you
'cause niggas will try you
Watch how K dot move, something not like you
broken by the politics including mine
We need to fix this
I don't give opinions because
They are commonly
Agreed upon i say what I feel
I feel
Hell yeah
That was a motherfuckin' trip
The way y'all niggas had the whole world sayin' na, na, na, na
This here the Doggfather, rappin' on this
Hell yeah
That was a motherfuckin' trip
The way y'all niggas had the whole world sayin' na, na, na, na
This here the Doggfather, rappin' on this
(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
You cannot find no one better than this
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
a day that I still been sober
These the things that I'm tripping over (Y'all motherfuckers made 3 albums)
Still talking about the same shit
The one
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