Lyrics:
learned is that life gives me setbacks
At least I drove by myself and didn't rely on a trailer
I am a patient who can't be seen to be ill
The blue light
P-H-I-L-L-Y
North west south west south side
Spit it for them bitches and
Niggas who stay fly
B-Mack, Roc-a-fella till I die
Met Jay, dropped on a album in
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
Still trying to recoup from the first album ass holes
You's a gangster, prove it
Wanna shoot me, do it
That's word than Jerry McGuire
I'll set that
an album
Got another one coming
Making money off these n*****
When they try to play the
I messed up, let me try again
Baby girl, I don't know what you
Meraz, who produced "Boxes"
And my other cousin, Daisy Gonzalez (R.I.P.)
For recording the original version of "Vacation" with me when I first wrote it
I
rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove
Facing down a blunt while I'm chilling on the deck
Hennessy drown out my enemies none of niggas can get to me
Just got a bag watch me flip me a p for
Meet Me
Hook
The act of therapy
Be formulaic
This Blud money
When I’m laced it’s
Unpredictable
Testing this ain’t sensible
Imma do my
up, get your weight up!
P-L-P but fuck around get the fade up
They shit is made up, straight up! (Uh)
Call me Bobby Tarantino living on the level
words, counted me out, 1s and the 2s
Nevertheless, came back on my P's and Q's
You lost in the world, challenging me is reason to lose
Puttin' on designer
malopropism
[Sole mimmicking El-P]
Yo, wha, what did he just call me dun?
Yo, I don't know man
Yo, I, I don't know what he just called you man
Well, yo, go get
Ha ha ha ha hah, I'm laughing with my mobb
While you remained confused by me
The Prodigy
You put your verse I put my verse in
We see who really
till I die
Met Jay, dropped on a album in a week
Without unsigned hype or battle of the beats
The first time niggas heard me spit it in the streets
I
to line me.
I. do yo gorilla ass like they did Harambe
Ash tray, you lil b* ass motherf***
Come over here and give yo dam daddy a hug, (message)
Don't try
J'lâche une bastos, sans forcer
Que des 6-0, sans forcer
On joue à Rolland K-Sos, sans forcer
94.0, sans forcer
Danew By Rohff, bob DT
C'est l'été
[Intro:]
(Da-P Productions...)
{Yo Ghost, lets get this money, nigga
Montreal}
[Verse 1]
Close my eyes, dreams: Swimming in women as I soak in bucks
Gzeppy, Come Back Home, let's go
It's a vibe
I have aspirations, won't leave my dedications
So wish me well, hope for good, won't let down
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
shit a masterpiece, No Limit like Master P
Now I am the master, see, that's the way it has to be
My life is a movie, I'm so glad God casted me
I am
know who the fuck I am
I got plans of attack
Ready when my album starts to unpack
Facts about me on every track
No cap this is my flashback
Yeah I got
And when the water reside, you're Bobby Boucher
But we thirsty nigga, never alert me, nigga
I got a P89 in a suitcase
I know you heard me nigga, this is
the chopper R.I.P Kobe
And I don't trust none of you niggas I'm by my lonely
And I'll park a nigga and that's no relation to Tony
I know I say every album is my
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