Lyrics:
being ignored and pushed
Around by the label
They then sent us all to Orlando
To rehearse and write eight
Hours a day for our first
Record half -way
way of L.A
You know that city of the angels is where I stay
S.O.S. and Honor Flow yo, we don’t play
I’ll put this hook in your ears and I’ll drag you by
way of L.A
You know that city of the angels is where I stay
S.O.S. and Honor Flow yo, we don’t play
I’ll put this hook in your ears and I’ll drag you by
first SMACK event
You ain't run into me by
Accident before my crash pussy
Swear To God you ain't see me at a concert
Backstage and ask can you have my
What is going on and it's Michelle LA's 97-01
Radio is what you're listening to first
Thing I walk in the door and right
Behind me here he is Kanye
hollin out eastside
Uhh, what y'all busters gon do
When the pimps, bangers, and hustlers smash on you
It aint about who's sellin the most caine
Put
hollin out eastside
Uhh, what y'all busters gon do
When the pimps, bangers, and hustlers smash on you
It aint about who's sellin the most caine
Put
that circle Piazza Saffi that the bodies of La Banda Corbari were hung, a group of partisans executed after being captured by Nazis
Man huh, just shock rock man
Uh it's going down, for the 2000
E.S.G., and my partna Big Moe
Say, we want the whole Dirty 3rd to do this with us
Baby
Man huh, just shock rock man
Uh it's going down, for the 2000
E.S.G., and my partna Big Moe
Say, we want the whole Dirty 3rd to do this with us
Man huh, just shock rock man
Uh it's going down, for the 2000
E.S.G., and my partna Big Moe
Say, we want the whole Dirty 3rd to do this with us
on
On to the next
They wrote checks
We just flex y'all
Labels playing us all
For far too long
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
it's the land of trouble
Brooklyn, home of the greatest rappers
B.I.G. comes first, then the Queen comes after
Now put your lighters up
Bed-Stuy,
la-la-la)
All around the world
(La-la la-la-la)
My peoples gettin' money
(La-la la-la-la)
Let me hear you sing
So let 'em hear us hollar, ? got us by
wheels
Suede roof, neon lights, Vogue tire swang and bang
Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin' man
White T's, fitted hats, Jordans under
It's 3AM, I'm back for more, yeah
Just two of us
Show me what I'm waiting for
One by one, one by one
I saw, I with it
I took time, yeah, I
you come just bring your guns witcha
If your a busta niggas gone have fun witcha
So nigga don't get me wrong, my niggas
Swang them thangs, bang some
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
it's the land of trouble
Brooklyn, home of the greatest rappers
B.I.G. comes first, then the Queen comes after
Now put your lighters up
Bed-Stuy,
Bliss Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music Publishing)/ ASCAP
It Is You
As we lift up our hands
Will you meet us
JEANS!!
[Chorus]
Best believe we get high, nigga
Best believe we get by, nigga
Best believe we get fly, nigga la, la, la, la, la
Best believe we get
Yeah, 9th Wonder! Don't judge me man
They tend to say that us rappers are materialistic
They say we lack substance
Me, 'Te and El' bout to prove
owns us
It's hard for us to trust people and motives
When their motives changes with subjects promoted
By the news propaganda and the slander
It's easy
hollin out eastside
Uhh, what y'all busters gon do
When the pimps, bangers, and hustlers smash on you
It aint about who's sellin the most caine
Put
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