Lyrics:
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
, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
[Lil' Kim]
Who that queen bitch, keep her glass filled to the rim?
The Notorious K-I to the M
That's me, on MTV, no doubt
Titty out
an office, not the arts
As for Miss Christine Daaé
No doubt she'll do her best
It's true, her voice is good
She knows, though
Should she wish to excel
try and tell them, we're all in this together
My album was raw, because no one would ever
Think like I think, or do what I do
I stole the show, then
who be those rhyme killers in mask
No doubt, difficult task, the last in the square, beware
Infinite amount of darts is in the air, I'm victorious
a few bucks they doubt you
Tell 'em you don't do the jives and shucks, and they route you to the shelf
See there's no money in good health
So they
ear
But I got both hands on the wheel while you got both hands on my gears
By now, no doubt that we were heading south
I guess nobody ever taught her
the
inspiration to the song, and out of that came NOTB, and outta NOTB came the album. Hahahaha. Wonder
what the wife looked like? Hahaha, Jesus. I don't know, it's
I swear y'all some broke boys
You don't wanna get left in a mess
Gunshot from the right to the left
You don't know my mental
You should doubt yourself
Bongo By The Way
I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still
grew high. I
laid down.
Now, wait for a hand to lift me up, help me stand.
I have been laying so low don't want to lay here no more.
I But if
I got the letter that she sent me, and I cried for weeks
This what came out when I tried to speak, all I heard was
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
and mentioned
That i was just like, "Fuck it talk about it
Don't talk about it talk about this"
No more mystery through with that
GQ: You'd written the letter
makes a difference day by day so I gotta stay
Paid, no doubt, day in and day out
This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin' to live
No matter
I learned in the streets was true
That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you
They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo
And if
dicks, you need to quit
And let us rep that for them, your raps ain't shit
Your background's incorrect, your song push no effect
On the people, don't
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
who ain't got no feelings
(No doubt, son, keep your eyes open)
(I got this, I got this)
(Just watch my back, I got your front, yo)
Check it out now
off
By the realest MC, and that's me
Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets
Knee deep in the game, other half in the streets
I got that permit
no doubt/ theres no reason for doubt when you have as much clout as me/ I shout out my name! Midwest invasion is the name of the motha fuckin game!/ if
walked into Cali, the place was packed
Sir Too $hort "Don't stop that rap"
I keep rapping my rhymes, all the time
You got no rhymes, so you listen
look at me
Living my life, feeling free
No more stress is on me
No more stress is on me, yeah
Unsure of a starting point
Album did not disappoint
Had
I don't have a library card
But do you mind if I check you out?
I like your skeletal structure, baby
You're an ectomorph, no doubt
Your face is real
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