Lyrics:
real, we really get it how we live
We get on heavy creel, we get on heavy pills
Me and my niggas, and my Cubans and my Haitians them
Bitch I'm from Dade
from my sig
Leave a hole in you bigger than BIG
Nigga you dead, I know where Nori live
You live by Nori crib
You talkin' all that shit
Nigga you
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
getting pass-ons, be by-gones
Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
We feel this way every single day all day
So make way
Was
first hit off
("I Need A Beat") I Need A Beat, it was a smash on the DL
But everytime I did a show my name was misspelled
Can't Live Without My Radio
styles like the hottest new dancers
See, I let y'all live to stack a LITTLE paper
Be glad I pushed my album back, I did y'all hoes a favor!
[Puff Daddy]
guns on me
Get down and dirty, all by my lonely
I leave your brains on your block all around your homies
Live by the code of honor, stay holdin' armor
I might fight the whole team by myself, cause I'm a loner
I might pop a bean by myself, cause I give no fucks
I be in the raq, where it's no love
too
G-G-G-G, Shady
Shady Aftermath (yeah)
Me and Hit-Boy back on our shit, let's go
Yeah (G-G)
I don't think they know who they fuckin' with
'm feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us
We done turned to a bygone don crew
We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou
A lifetime criminal, live by
I been going now
I think all my haters finally notice now
Just made another album prolly throw it out
Know I’ll make another, I ain’t slowing down
Co-signed by Alchemist, stamped by Babu
Executive Produced, yours truely, got loot
It's a new day, phones still tapped
Watchin' the crew
They put out one
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
a couple of Rosarios
DJ Quik and Suga Free on the stereo
I'm the king of the area - barrio Barbarian
Interrupted by my bitch asking if we can go
Live it up
(Repeating)
My life might
Be the one that you want now
He talk too much shit
He get hunt down
Dropped my first album
Nigga what now
'em, ran them bags before an hour hit
So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this shit
Whole lot of ones I'm in the cut,
sung
Album number 2
Be on the way, East L.A
Straight to Brooklyn
SoHo, SoCals, what we aim
I don’t work to live
I live to work on all my own terms
After
the basement
We punching them numbers
You hoping and paying for shipping
You sayin' you fuckin' but ain't nothing hit
Me 'cause I keep a blicky
Incase it gets
a few graves
I hit the club and pop a few Spades
I'm gettin' pussy like Uncle Luke in
His 2 Live Crew days
She can't suck this dick again
If she ain't
drinks
Haunted by the thoughts of
Second album sophomore jinx
Where did I fail? Death threats
Woke up in cold sweats
Thinkin' about all these murders that
failed
Called you by surprise
Now the Devil in your eyes
Devil in your pie, see a coochee
Hit the broad
Stupid that you feelin' to live
In the crack
’bout
My whole family, now I’m scared of Grammy’s
Cause everybody know that Dark Fantasy was
The highest rated album in history
So I just avoided it, not
bastards
With my ski mask
I'm the first one to want him blasted
Wrapped in plastic
Bullshittin' got his ass hit (Outlawz)
Ain't nothing left now
Treated like
Hummers
Stackin' them chips and let them
Tricks get nothing from us
I'm wit' Kurupt, in LA, you know
My main homie readin' books by thugs
It's like Monster
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