Lyrics:
up 'em off in tha dungeon wit out a crack of light
Frayser be -O-you-N-D must be all up inside of me
M-E-M-P-H-I-S crunkest city in Tennessee
Blame
like an orange
Bullets penetrate ya (bleedin like menustration)
I'ma empty out (more shells) than in (Run-D.M.C.'s) closet
[Hook - Chevy P aka Smoke]
I
burned
'Cause them whitey's on some next shit, some hang you by your neck shit
Oh well, I'm in jail man, I figure I'm protected (right)
Southern
To floss or not to floss is the question
Hehe
By any means
Me and my mans gon' shine
Burn bright till the lights go dim
Aiyo, ask me again
Better yet, I'ma
(birthday dress, birthday dress)
Look
Girl you fine
I'd be lyin'
If I said I wasn't tryna strip you down
Can we get away? Lemme take you 'round
On my
God will you tell me why I'm judged by the color of my skin
If you can please respond, a.s.a.p.
Sincerely Willie D
Hook until fade: (child computer
losing the words
I am a man
Well nearly
Celebrate life, be good to yourself
Don't wake me like that
I was dreaming & I'd rather carry on
Give me
D.U... Uh
Aura
Pablo
Sup nigga!
If you think you could rap with me, that shit blasphemy
Go ask them niggas that bagged up packs with me, that's
Aye, it's DubDaddy on the track
Not a rapper, but I thought I'd have a crack
Another song, another bar, another stack
We keep coming back now we're
all
She's leaving all behind
She's leaving all, leaving all
To a man who can't rewind
To the time before he knew her
Before he'd given her his mind
main man Lloyd)
That's me, L-L-O-Y-D
My dad is bad but ya we still family
And they say that family keeps you safe from harm but to gain a dad I had
you hate it
This is a rap session
And I'm the man at the podium speakin?
Keepin? you dancin? and freakin?
I came alive from the world of streets,
Assassin's Creed
Now the light fades from my eyes super slowly
And I call myself HOPE, that's H-O-P-E
What that stands for, hold on pain ends
Yeah, when
Uh, uh, you know the name, know the name, S.D.O.T
Move music, music, Young Lee on the beat, let's go, let's go
Clock's ticking, mom and pop's wishing
tell the fans his
Mom bought those things with her last wages
From her cleaning job sweeping stages
For the mere fact she'd rather you be happy
Than
how the fuck did Ruck trap you
My man Hak-tu, got two, informants to trap you
Doc Holiday, O.K. Corral, my click be wild
Like the Muslims
Intro yeah storm Ridaz yeah yeah storms writers
O huh storm ridaz storm writers storms Ridaz
That’s right baby hardtimes in the hood but we
Yo Jazzy what's happening man
Yo Ice Cream Tee is that Jazzy
Jeff and the Fresh Prince
Yeah they made that rap tune
"Girls Ain't Nothing but Trouble"
Give up what you crazy
We gotta raise these babies
Rap for me everything else for you
Raising a man and a woman so beautiful
Just like their momma
with some juro
Just surrounded by malo babes won komije be tuwo
Hot paint coste emi button up gold chain
She tell me say she dey swallow I told her it's
Verse 1: Nyck Caution
Assume your own priorities
You Dorothy's are never going home, blowing O's, holding grips
I'm the shit, swank is on the overload
on this earth is certain
My brain is hurtin, thinkin until they pull the curtain
What is ya worth, then? Man, brother, my time is urgent
Like a wordsmith
been a jock
Ainno money on my books staring at the clock
We got rec after lunch dinner 5 O clock
It's gone move by noon you aint gotta shop
Make a move
Uh
Let's go!
Ich wuchs - auf mit Cube, Ren, Yella und Dre
Eazy-E, D.O.C., N.W.A
"Straight Outta Compton" war mein Lieblingsalbum
„Dopeman,
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