Lyrics:
of shit that separates y'all from me
I'm in touch with the streets, they reply to me
If I'm needed by my people there's no why in me
A real fighter,
will give you more power than any Powerade drink
Just think like Sprite obey your thirst
For God and you'll never thirst again
For God quenches thirst
"Yes, it is I," says me
And all who agree are more than three 'cause they're we
Yes, yo, I'm in the house now for sure
Because I wanna talk about
in my MC school, my class is packed
And tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.
The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.
I buy
beltin'
Solo staying burning more than Willie Nelson
They gon need a big favor
Prolly cuz they know I'm a risk-taker
Remember when I didn't even have
mother gave birth but she really never had me
Left to the hood to play daddy
Raised by niggas named Butch, Scoot or Bae-Bae
With weight so they weigh
together
Baby down for the struggle but she ain’t no Correta
No cap I gotta get it by any measure
Still picture grandma lyin on the stretcher
She said I’m
instead of living without
If there's any other doubt, the semis is coming out
That pretty much sums it up, I don't gotta spell it out
Really, Paolo,
more than welcome
If you can take the crown from champ, Willie Nelson
I smoke and smoke, don't choke, you'll see
Don't call me dog I'm an O.G., G, O, D
lover
You're trippin no, I'm serious, these are authentic
Yeah, well I don't take hallucenogenics
Wrong again, my man, this is way more real
But since
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
learn.
I am hard, but I am fair! There is no racial bigotry here! I do not look down on niggers,
kikes, wops or greasers. Here you are all equally
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
like regular burnin' in a blunt
I'm hotter than I ever was burnin' what I want
Any track come on, every single one
Now back to that real shit how
young'ns and their kinfolk
And let em' know there's more to life than a G of coke
If you used to push weight then you relate
'cause you already had a taste
know for sure
If England is a garden
We ought to have more manure.
Hurray, hurray, hurray!
Suffering and dismay.
There are bad times just around
like a Chonged Willie Nelson
Hip hop, I can never let you go
T-O-N-E on the mic flowin' like a pro, yeah
Yeah, Rick-E
Elementary, y'all
One bar, two bar,
tell me please?
Stand over there by the cypress tree
Where the Trojan women and children are sold into slavery
Long before the first Crusade
Way back
congratulations
On your upcoming graduation and I understand you are interested in
Matriculating here in the fall."
Buffoon: "I got a snake, man!"
Dean: "Yes, pets
'cause that was a close call
Gettin' ganked by the E is a lesson
So is there any more questions?
Yes, as a matter of fact, there is
Have you ever
crying
Me, I'm more concerned why she ain't falling in line, was buggin'
Grew a lot since they said I was stubborn
Guess it's real, even players need
real than what is real so feel I'm sending
Compare the God with no beginning and we'll have no ending
My blessed rings are down with the kings revalation
on to perform storms blew up
Wu's up, causin the crowd to self-destruct
Killer bees are stingin somethin while I reveal
Science, that's heavily guarded by
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