Lyrics:
Tell your broke-ass menace come get me gone, we gon' bust him off
Drop tape by tape and don't promote at all, that's just my runner up
I know that he
Stay chisel like a boxer, wife-beater by Fila
Lou Ferrigno Arnold Schwarzenegger type steelo
Stay chisel, check your paper nigga
Bring the bar
S-E-T
I told my son that "Whatever the sun touch is yours, little nigga"
I told my daughter "Don't give up your love to a poor little nigga"
I told my
could've killed someone!
Pulled the dogs back real hard by the collar
It's time for you to pay your damages dollar by dollar!
Tessa and Julie are losers
weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin',
the X in the Clan that puts the brother on land
It's like that y'all, ya don't stop
Because the sight of the Watch is sure to shock
From the beginning
everyday shit, shit, we used to that
Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass
Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap
Fuck
to the masses
We gon' keep it tight, rip it out the plastic
Now you celebrate motherfuckers raise your glasses, Push'
Trouble world, trouble child
Trouble times
three, four
Get your woman on the floor
Gotta gotta get up to get down
Gotta gotta get up to get down
Push, push, in the bush
But don't step on my toes
You push me out in front to get behind me
Then You sat me up by blessin' me to bind me
I'm a grown man with kids now, stakes are high
Gotta go
blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
you're dead
Homie
It's your mother, your uncle and brother
If God was a Loc
He'd probably had one comin'
Damn, that's fucked up, I guess it is
When you
weigh out the other like friend next to brother
Try to take cover as the battle comes to a closion
That structure that supported your rap started
Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings?
That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one
And another one, and another one
And another one, 24-karats,
on your back (back)
Push it to the max, I don't never lack (nope)
Loyalty, respect, you don't got none of that (none of that)
Leave you in my rearview
Sometimes you gotta pay your dues
So don't worry just push on through
Keep'n it real
Gotta big up all my peoples who be working on the future
Though
rippin'
And that's rippin'
Yeah
You like this beat but its time to change
Not gonna get ill but I'm gonna get strange
Push your partner throw 'em in
Uh, tell me what your crib worth
I hear you talkin' war, but have you lived first?
I'm just here to keep it real, not make you feel worse
May be
the hardships
Pardon my need to be swift with how I start this speech
Who you more like? Malcolm or Martin?
The game that they play with us, brother, don't
right
I'm black, blacker than a trillion midnights
"Don't Believe The Hype" was said in '88 by the great Chuck D
Now they're tryin' to fuck me!
let me work it/ I put by thing down flip it and reverse it/It???s your fremme neppa venette/It???s your fremme neppa venette???
Soulja Boy ???
gazelles don't lean on my nose
Drivin' by the clubs gleamin' and go
Heads turn it's a freak show
I need them to know When will they learn
Nas need a queen
you born by the gutter
Where you born with a silver spoon
Do you want a fast lane push or do you want respect
Respecting your brothers story talking
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