Lyrics:
Daz we about to fry niggas like fries
And separate them by five's and light up the skies
Crip that D P, Kurupt
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in
takes that ride, guess who's gonna be right by his side)
I'll be with him
(I know you will)
On that midnight train to Georgia
(Leaving on a midnight train
the day.
Dumped by his girl, he paid for her liposuction,
His friends call him "Money", in his introduction.
And Marty knows nothing but claims to know it
room
Shout my n***** that about to go to court soon
Yeah, money on my mind like i aint got a soul
Paper chasing got his wallet screaming vamanos
you should just call her
Bitch made you is not a baller
5'10 don't you wish you were taller
Keep actin fake and you'll be all alone
This n word
heard the goofies said fuck me, well
It's fuck them niggas too (Fuck 'em)
If that nigga try to run
Knock his ass out his shoes (Grah, grah)
Gotta watch
it, cuz let them shits break
That's rule number three, you ain't gotta be fake
Four apply pressure, never give him a break
Rule five, shuck n' jive, do
Pollution's power now soars beyond his peers, not bound by any ring
His creators he outgrows, extinguishing their flame with a single swing
With Earth a shadow
you're slapped
At five you're just wacked
At four you're lost
At three, you're just soft
At two you're an ass
At one, you're a dick
But before you
An ordinary house wife
Like clockwork, always had dinner on the table at 5
But Alberto had a monster he kept under his bed
Instead of letting it out,
He
fait des années que j'ai aiguisé ce style de fait
Ils sont fascinés, puis t'es déprimé face à mon C.V.
Rendez-vous après l'été
Ce n'est pas près de
we together we be wildin' (uh-huh)
Out in Star Island
On a yacht, play our favorite album (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I know you still think about it (I
vyplakať, vyspievať a vyjadriť svoje pocity ako to ty vnímaš
Keď sa v tom nájdu si rap star, kámo
Robím to tak, že nikto nemože povedať, že som samozvaný
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The rap game, hip-hop 101
The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
You can't learn this shit in no history book
You ready to rap, motherfucker?
The rap game, hip-hop 101
The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
You can't learn this shit in no history book
You ready to rap, motherfucker?
or old, I run school
And I was never blinded by the lights
But I've always had stars in my eyes
So whether open or closed my vision's in line
2 and not 3
Bitch they can’t stop me
I’m juiced up like a Hi-C damn
Only way you don’t see that if you cannot see
N***a cuz you blind see
N****s be
see the stars baby am still connected to the moon
See Things cmazing yeah
So n gbo so n gbo o so n gbo o baby this our love ko le wo gbo oo
So mo mi
To keep our hands high
Enslaved by the man
They bleed our land dry
Then they put us in a box
Its a plot
Instead of thinkin
We all we got"
Its His or mine
this was just the luck we needed”
Then abracadabra and a n**** made bail
S/O Ryan Handlaski he do his job well
Astaghfirullah God answered my prayers
Cube, I love his work but on a court ain't nothin poppin
When my jump shot droppin I be like {*STEADY MOBBIN*}
Four, five niggaz in a mothership
Cube,
off his chest
A mobile memorially military consequence
Trumps murder now. Trumps murder now.
The ruffian combs a five foot pompadour
Conscribe
the better you
Breakin' him down, use his face as a pedestal
Said she gon eat it up like a vegetable
Your bitch in the cut, n she tryna' get sexual
Call pop
the past
When people said what they meant
And lived life fast
There was a young man who was misled
By another motherfucker, this is what he said
Once upon
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