Lyrics:
cause I'm a customer
They got more drive-bys than in any Blockbusta
Even Mary thought my style was scary
Smokin blunts in Frisco and ate rice with
was drippin' out of her noise all ova her clothes
Cum was shootin all around the room
A drop hit her so hard it gave the bitch a bullet wound
She opened
smile
No need ta copy our styles
What chain't been popped in a while
[Lil' Wyte]
No more fuckin' around by now I'm fed up
I see your face has
Hook plays once
"I am immortal, I have inside me blood of kings
I have no rival, no man can be my equal."
[Verse 1]
I spit, to make the mic like
fact sister kidren
and I was scheamin on a way to get her into bed
1992 and I was rhymin for fun
Had the thickest new style -- but no demo done
I wasn't
You wanna look like me I know you try
And Jah bless
I'm a intervater that throws styles in once encenteraters
Cuz a punk rap star still do it for
[Verse 3]
Excuse me shawty, but I been watchin' you now for a while
Yo whole style, from yo toes to the way that you smile
And I hope you ain't offended by
the Jag' but they the wifey
Icey, is what my merchandise be
Know I'ma star, so they over-price me
Charli B'More be twice you bitch
Tell you got no style by
Right I've got to tell you a story. There's a story about a bunch
of people who maintain and keep it real. For anyone who's ever
smoked draw around
Look...
I Told Y'all! That I'm destined for sovereignty
But I find myself once again broken down in mediocrity
Clandestine lies told secretly,
style
Diva hustler make the boys go wild
But you need a man here I stand
Mommy give the word
Valet hit the curb and we gone
Back the car out pull
follow me all day
They wanna be just like me
Oh my, why they after my style?
Why they wanna be like me now?
When back then they didn't
Want nothing with me
forget it
She a brown skinned Goddess
Everything she got is
All labeled up this girl ain't
Never played the bus she just strolled by
But naw can't never
Only 5 foot 7 but keep the big boy blunts
Thuggin’ on a fuck nigga like
You a bitch don't jump
Flexed a little with the Draymond style
But I'm A1 now
of suckers said that they would
Pass me and they not around
Back to black and out of the mud
I once doubted them claimin' that
They was proud of 'em
Wonderin'
on the DL dropping heat on your TL
You can pass on it or you can pass it on
When I draft a song pay attention and repeat every detail
I was molded by a style
So pick your ass up again
Now the time passes by
You cover bruises with your excuses again
But when you ask yourself, "Why?"
Everyone around
THE MYSTIC RIVER
By: Ken David
To make out in a land, where you become a man
No race will ever be ran, but boats will go where they can
Around
goin out of style
For a while I've been gone, but I'm back
I kept the super sperm trapped in the jimmy hat
I gotta bitch I been dyin to fuck
So many
I'm in the pitch black
With midnight marauder
Play it low but I will kidnap your daughter
I take what's mine
I don't wait around for any offers
Fresh
So Come On!
Ive Never Lived A Rich Type Of Life Style
Ive Only Seen Broke Niggas By My House
That Doesn't Me Christmas Wasn't Hella Fun
But Ive
left to rock this beat
And separate the good shit from the weak
So, get in the groove, and feel the sound
And once you're inside spread yourself around
for those just floating around,
I heard the chant of the cicadas
And was haunted by the cadence of their stated sound verbatim.
I was vaporized
and dope, man, don't come for free
Man, I don't have no competition, ho, all I got is enemies
I turn around like a tornado
Rock it like a baby cradle
Call
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