Lyrics:
By: Boe Araya ,Yeah, I come through sippin pepsi blue, booo
I go better than Maya Angeluo and skip to my lou, skip on these nuts fo show kid, while I
and the gun in the store
and ignore temptation, sent by the nation
Racial gain causes pain; need a new rep
In your hearts and minds never forget Yusef
Hawkins
the homie cuttin'
Records like a villain
So buy the album cause we're
Gonna make a killin' and I'ma carry a nation
Fade in to Perfection gets a standing
tears covertly from my eyes
Cause I've been wounded by our game of love
But I hate to quit so I take the bruises
cll we have are little lies binding us
can't fuck wit I
I make a million by June I'm sayin fuck July
N I beg you to try me while I'm holdin a tommie
Ima have you're body all ova the lobby
I
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
$hort
Get in where you fit in, fool
You was a mark up at the high school
Now you're hardcore like CB4
Biting, what you want to be me for?
It's your
woman and man
God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
fucking beat, yeah
And a bank account with a high score
I want to be blinded by the spotlight
And go deaf from the cries of the crowd
I wanna drop albums
while them people staring at you
Metal lungies, you're yellow cake spongey
And I could look good up in a onesie
I'm hungry for some dinner, nah I'm hungry
Fabolous, Jagged Edge
Don't be fooled
I'd rather have you ma'
Than everything
I'd give it all, just for you, yeah
You're the one baby girl,
you
Need to crush Count Bleck
Just fight by my side!
So you spit upon my offer?
You have wasted my time
For that, your game ends
I think I'll start with
And you're waiting you're not
Breathing holding your breath
Thinking how you gonna live when
You're surrounded by death?
We might be hiding in caves
With all
wait, is that my poster
Album signed by yours truly
I swear you said that you don't know me
But girl it looks like you kinda knew me
Oh shit,
Shawty you're the One, One, One
Shawty you're the One, One, One
Lets both get away tonight, Shawty you're the one
Baby you look tight like some pliers
but a feeling
It'll pass on its own
But I could pick up the phone (Yah)
And give you a ring
To see if you're home
But before I unlock it
I feel the buzz
kill my rep
Yo she slept, and I just crept
Right on by, cause man I'm fly
Straight hardcore, through the door
Cause I'm much more, than Mr. Smooth
Find out about me and you're welcomed to join the party though
I got a bunch of records too so you go down the rabbit hole
But I can see it's not enough
I'm still hardcore gettin mines, like I told ya
I still keep a gun on my waistline, clip in a fat rhyme
Shoot you in the chest with the tec, in
find out you talking shit
Well make sure you're well hidden man
DJ spin it like ceiling fans
Let me turn them to silly fans
Been confirmed by your
will live forever, my fame will be maintained
Now some can't feel this, and some feel can't that
But all can feel a track that's produced by Battlecat
So
the basement
Straight from the basement
Don't skip this song or you're gonna get you a face lift
Can't miss a miss a tune on this album
Can't close no door on me
your forcefield many wigs I’ve peeled keep your lips sealed an many lives I’ve stole bitch you’re not in control I’m making you bleed out through every
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