Lyrics:
sell more bags than Lipton tea
It's the first week of February
Still I ain't took down my Christmas tree
The album next, but this for free
cubit's by 30 cubit's
Jerry, uh what are you reading?
I don't know
I thought it was a cookie recipe
But so far, no chocolate chips and no nuts!
The recipe
like Mork and Mindy
My style won, drop an album, you cherish it
My name ring bells like Girl Scouts when they sellin shit
Metaphors, fly out, for
the Midas touch
Got gold diggers looking at my fine wrist watch
Even got the restaurant to fine dine this fox
Better call me by my name that's right it's
…
How you not think I’m gon’ make it I’m a Star of David
…
Young & uneducated, that’s just how I played it
Shawty by my side I got my brothers wit
barely make ends meet
And you lucky to get that
A lotta folks on Craig's List thinkin'... "I could do that"
Others get a pad and say F- it I'm gonna rap
(Keep it)
Now all you do is turn the lights off
And drive by slow, I'ma turn his life off
(Ha ha) and I'm good long as he bleeding
Nah nigga never play me
and music, disrespecting the market
Like a Mexican martyr, boy, I do it to death
Nothing left with the carcass, squeeze a Tec on the target
Aim the wreck
Still I Rise, and too, the documentary by David LaChappelle in 2005 entitled Rize
The lyric phrase "fly" is a nod to Virginia Hamilton's 1985
Wrestling Federation
You give her a lot of credit, do you not?
I could take all the candy and pour
It on your head right now
But I could take it right now,
for
A-R to the tistic
Ya'll know I did this
My first mixtape that's TFT
They said it sounded like an album, a sweet LP
First month, 100K I'm going TNT
and the food off my family's plate
You'll think you'll use me
I'm stronger than you
You take my money, but it's useless
When you see what I do to you
Look what
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
good luck (what's up)
Bitch I know you constipated all that shit you full of (right)
He ain't really do it even though he really could've (pussy)
I ain't
drippin' like eel
Couldn’t get home so I had to steal
Out in Tokyo, I’m dropping a bomb
Buckle expensive 'cause it made by Tom
Shit on fire I dropped
It's the perfect plan
So inspired so devious yet so simple
This is what I do
Listen these niggas is tripping
These niggas been thinking we ain't
one I could screw up
What is it?
Am I gonna do this by myself?
Yeah, he should do it by himself
Do it by yourself
Okay, well
I think I'll try it in
Every summer, every weekend, every fucking night
I tell myself today's the day
The day I write that song
The one that starts the album
The one
of death
How is it possible that 200 million guns
Are owned in the U.S. with only 80 million legal owners?
Until we do something, guns will continue to flood
that might be true
I couldn’t give a damn if it ain’t about cheese
I’m a young legend I don’t fight on the street
If we’re gonna do beef then it gotta
Lets Rawl! (roll)
Chorus
(David Banner)
Gon' gangsta walk gon' do it motherfucker
Gon' gangsta walk gon' do it motherfucker
Buck jump
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky,
used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky, I say
Dade County, let it do what it do
Rest in peace to Uncle Al
We The Best
Dade County, let's go
I rep my city
Nigga, I rep my city
Miami, Listen
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