Lyrics:
The Neighbours n' The Brave
But the best thing is I have 'em, have 'em in empty PS3 cases n' wrote the album
Names on the cases with sharpie, got 'em sorted by
talk much but live by my money sure
I don’t play with my hustle oda bi ammunition
You no fit send me I be like straight bullet nigga
Ibile la won temi ba
button
We dropped this album yeah it's really sudden
I don't give a shit about your fake judging
You just jealous bout the beats I be crushing
By the time
Hey, c'est mon tonton et mon papa
Qui chantent sur cet album
Bind By Soul
Hey my people
Tout le monde sait que la musique élève nos âmes
Et que pour
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
on the airwave and it's yours, pick the heart of your choice.
Friends and lovers, give a call, make a match - by the sound of a voice.
Why-o-you-n-g -f-are-
The Unit was coached by Phil Jackson
The N was raw, it's Tim McGraw
Them Henny caps was spinnin' off
You had beef and niggas saw you?
They smacked you
with a pride
City boy, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up
Always on the roam, this city's my home
If I die, you can write the album title on my stone
Never
to hear the story you gon tell on this album
Uhm, and congratulations my, my n****
Like the things you did,
Like, I never like I never ever seen
Anyone
n rice
Make em bite their words like im jesus christ
Really gotta drop the
Toxic mutha fuckas
Every time they come by, it turns into a ruckus
Begging
I seen so many n***** around me come up before me
But I've been doing this longer still the only one sober
While I'm sitting her broke they're riding
a kryptonite
Nadai kumdish kama satellite
Credits. Song: Fine by Me
Artist: Alex Msafiri
Produced by Jei Bad
Written by: Muisyo Alexander/ Jason Jack
Album
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
Fi-Di-Di-Di-Dan
Get Em By The Hundred I Aint Talkin Bundles Eitha
Love That Wite Girl, I Got Jungle Fever
[Slick Pulla:]
Ok, Its Blakanomiks Me N Fab Gon Skool Ya
maps for what's unknown
Lonesome, by and by
We all get lonesome by and by
I'll try to be your sex symbol
Money, love, and rock n' roll
We can drive
Turned the condo to a tree house
Way too many b****** in this b****,
I hadda re count
But i go back to the hood to play with pots n pans
Album done if
game, heroin in
The vain, fuck'n with there brains. Who the next nigga
Ta get popped by a cop? Who the next in the hood 2
Get shot? I hope it ain't me,
you made it
I could write an album strictly bout injustice
The world that we live in is truly corrupted
Picture those wit no money n 3rd world countries
the banister
Shoot him on camera then kill his manager
Then hang a banner up
That reads you can't proceed
Without bein' conceived
By one album of the 90's
am set out or intending to make the biggest mistake in my life I literally want this album to be the worst thing I have ever made n I don’t know if
their rhymes up
N9ne's a mindfuck
I'm the kind to design the crime
Bury them all in lime
Your shine's behind us
Stop you can do it all day
But
the shoulder gets
Cause we over it, over it
So we takin' over it
Time's up
I'm just
Gonna make it difficult for other rappers to get their rhymes up
N
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
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