Lyrics:
it start
Bonus track, straight giving you bars
W3, we gettin a little far
Stack my money
Now i'm lookin a lil' tall, uh
rappin' with Dre
So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face
The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got away
But we still get
rappin' with Dre
So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face
The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got away
But we still get
Ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't ass without cha
Yeah (yeah)
(Listen to this track, bitch)
Ha
Like Tommy Lee and Pamela, I'm fuckin' on a camera
More stamina than animals, Gucci is no amateur
I miss, I never miss, 'cause I'm able
I'm lookin' forward and I'm lookin' over my shoulder
And I'll make a simple sin to make the bonus
But I'll never
beat yo' ass if you walk in this house with tears in your eyes
Runnin' from poopoo and 'prentice
Go back outside, I beat yo' ass, lil nigga
That
an Haitian dabei und er spinnt
When I see you lil nigga, denn isch es on sight
Nigga mir taken dies life
Leeren dr clip, 30 rounds, das an dick
Fans frogen
a code we call shush
Fireman ladder flow, look at it, my bar is up
As you can see I'm a beast on the track
I'm even worse, I'm the hearse with the reef
(old K)
My lil' brother beat his body, OJ (OJ)
Niggas talkin' 'bout they lit, I'm La Flame (pussy)
That lil' boy a mascot, he ain't gang (pussy)
born in the stable with nothing to do we make a game out of throwing our shoes lead me to water but no to the track show me the saddle and i'll say
chea
Kanye West on the track (whoo!) Chi-Town, what's going on now?
Can I talk to y'all for a minute? Lemme talk to y'all for a minute
Just gimme
games, I'm a playa so I peep it.
Put one of your funky tracks next to mine and watch me heat-seek it.
Kablow.
All my enemies have been faded.
Even
so much better when you make it
I was with my brother in a room
But still feeling like that Lil kid in the basement, too busy chasing money
I could
Anybody lunk
App puh puh puh so so
No no no no no no no NO
Lunk by this track
Po po po po pie
A lunk song and loose
kusmar kusmar kusmar
I'll have
they know and shit
And on that note, I keep it G
Like track four, "Kick in the Door" by Notorious B.I.G.
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I
the crib like Ose
I ain't your friend, I ain't the one that you going to play
Spin, I'm Mr. pop out with that Helmut Lang
I'm Mr. pop out on the runway
I
that's my lunch
Ru-ru-run your motherfuckin' pockets when I come
It's an honor to be robbed by Denise's only son
Yeah, give a ready baby boy, beta
Hook
Rap fiend
got me hooked ima track fiend
Rapping laps around cats
Like a track meet
I'm 1st place
how u think u gone catch me
Tef-Lon or Mr
and condition you.
Took over my city and I never asked permission to.
Started poppin bottles 'cause its ATL tradition to celebrate it by hard
Fuck a nigga so
Hellhounds bark at the midnight fire
Fog rolls in, and the creek run higher
They saw him standin', by the railroad tracks
Tonight's the nigh, old
Lost in endless streams of panic
Pray you're not the one he finds
If Mr. Usher's got you on his mind
Any time a plan will get a bit off track
He's
don't know where he was at (woah)
Ran the doggy train and I didn't have a track (woah, hey, hey)
I say what I mean and I don't take it back
With
now you in a cell tryin' to post bail by mornin'
CHORUS:
[Starang]:Now in the back of my mind, yo I really do hope
[Tek]:that motherfuckers out here
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