Lyrics:
no no don't address them
Can't you see how they dress them
They probably surrounded by models and a
Bunch of them yes men
I'm surrounded by no-men oh
starting to sound like me for that album here go your allowance
Repeating her name but she from the islands can't even pronounce it
We smoke by the ounces
B.G. talking:
What's happening?
The Hot Boy$ got some feelings they like to get off they chest
And if these niggaz feel like we feel, then y'all
but somehow I got by.
Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
its a weapon
raps one big casino
im plottin ocean 11
i might of sold the least but i still manage to be most feared by most mc's
who dope as me
who
speaking the truth Cause he don't believes in lies
LA Legend with John legend Singing by ya side
In maybach on ya album cover Look at the sky
A G member
but thanks to all the haters
I know G-IV pilots on a first name basis
In your city faded off the brown, Nino
She insists she got more class, we know
Warner Brothers
We started on his album
He wrote his rhymes on paper
Before Sidekicks became a modern day phone
Same time our buzz was
Generated from G
And I really need help from your light
To be able to do the right thing
And not be blinded by anything
That's of this world, Lord
I'm grateful for you,
Jean
I'm on my G style for the album
I know that she's fine in her sundress
Shorty wanna ride till the sun raise
.
Angel to the right, demon to the left
Lights out, bitch, adios, goodnight
Now put that in your little pipe and bite down
Think for a minute 'cause the hype has died down
That I won't go up
to king, wit a million
MC's waitin in line
Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and them rise
[Method Man]
Now speed it up, uh
[Chorus: x 2]
Run
Lights out, bitch, adios, goodnight
Now put that in your little pipe and bite down
Think for a minute 'cause the hype has died down
That I won't go up
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
Hey yo, Chuck, yo the world if sleepin', G
We got to wake everybody up yo
Hey yo, it's goin' down, baby
Let everybody know how it's goin' down,
riders Let em Scrape
Too West Coast Rolled an eighth and I'm keyed
For my hustlas For my G's G's G's
Too West Coast Khakis with a crease
Too West Coast
album
Na me and fuzzy dey run am
Abeg you come for
Na me and fuzzy dey run am
Abeg you come for
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
G's
Yeah
Na the song dey draw me
I work
Track Title - AIRBORNE
Album Title- “R & R: ALPHA”
(a SurvivalMode Music & Media Production/Joint Task Production)
mixed & mastered by: G
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
I think she meant that life isn't passing me by (Passing me by)
But that I'm passing life too fast for me to realize
All we love one day will seize
but somehow I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money
Turn the music up turn the lights down I'm in my zone
Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity, this moment of honesty
The world'll feel
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