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on the shoulder, say, Thanks for stoppin' by.
Then I opened up the door and said, Take care, guy!
He got mad, threw back his arm, and slashed my shirt
I laughed
app
I know the bouncer don't stash that
I know the dj gone blast that
Walk in the VIP wit my Woo
Dougo just put a whole car on his wrist
They took our
more light cause yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the Lord Rakim
What's the matter G, check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
might want to talk and take a walk
But I'm avoiding spies
They see me vibing with the blames
And ladies by my side
I see them with a smile like hi
(Banger)
Gotta get on my knees, thank God, for sure
'Cause I was livin' like I had life insurance
Gotta pray and talk to Christ, for sure (DJ
(DJ FMCT)
(DJ Bandz, aw, man)
Been through all kind of shit
Bro died from dialysis
Tellin' niggas not to tell on you is witness tamperin'
Out
Keep your circle tight
Trust no one, nobody (nobody, nobody, no no no)
DJ Khaled!
Gotta be careful who you trusting
Be aware of your
bounce
Yeah, this a celebration, bounce
D-Town, throw it up
Celebration of life
NYC, throw it up
Smokin' Needles
The whole world, throw it up
BK
Baby life shit, take that lil' boy whip
And leave his ass out with no pants
This shit just so lit, she
Treat me like a pimp, i do what I can
That boy
with my
Homework all by herself
Alone in a strange country i
Can't imagine how frustrating
It must have been for her to have
Worked her whole life in
the fill up
No gas, and when I spits like acid
smoke weed, but blow ether, spit ashes
cause young Rule in his prime like 'Clay Cassius'
Hated by
Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where
light 'cause yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the lord Rakim
What's the matter G, check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle me
You
burnt up like a weenie and his name is Fred
He wears the same hat and sweater every single day
And even if it's hot outside, he wears it anyway
He's
Catch the story of my life on VH1 Behind The Music
(Ladies & Gentlemen), The starting line ups at home
We got four emcees and that's five with DJ
missing
Touch on my money and get fission (bow)
Scratch him like DJ ain't got replay, always got track of who dissing (yea)
Nobody asked uncover his mask,
more light cause yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the Lord Rakim
What's the matter G, check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle
You know what is is man
Shit don't stop
Let me get em
Uhn
What the fuck this nigga talking bout his bitch on my list
I'll treat her like a pig in
rumored that he brought his mother
Into a brand new home (young world)
She'll be paying off the interest
For the rest of her life, congratulations (hey
Outside the house Mr. Simpson announced
That Sally couldn't go to the meeting
He went on cleaning his blue Rolls Royce
And she ran inside weeping
goo)
My fake friends are animals, Judging by they size and they width
Sike wait until November 5th
My fake friends are animals, Judging by they size
night pyrotechnics celebrated nationality
Blessed in never missing vitals
Hot food home at my arrival
My upbringing heavily shaped by the bible
Such
Haha
What is an MC
If he can't rap?
And what is a DJ
If he can't scratch?
Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause my niggas gon' do it all just like
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