Lyrics:
album
I mean what's really good I mean you good you know)
But nah but what's really good I'm in the studio now
It's a beat out there its fire
What's
this is album number 8 and my pockets gonna be straight
Even if a nigga leak that
Timmy all up on the David Banner track with Janet Jack
in the back
Sinatra ripping the beat apart
Shining like a diamond when I be rhyming
But y'all in the dark
On point like a poisonous dart
I can feel it now, the fame is
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
the rain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name
Well, I've heard my name
A few times in your phone book
the rain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name
Well, I've heard my name
A few times in your phone book
Yeah, uh huh
David Banner on the beat b****
Ha ha ha
Young Money, Streets
I'm a east sider rider, whoa kemosabe
B****es get to stepping like
I beat around
Funk me downtown!
Hurts inside, but not this time poses
All the things that are on my mind
Vanish as I tcuch myself waves
Call out loud
flow hypnotic, I got you begging for more
I spit from the heart, though I might never blow
But I do it anyway cause it's therapeutic
I got my people
into it
But then it comes back
Whenever I get too ahead of myself
I just gotta be more humble
But I'm back, bro
Double album coming
They're ready,
word that's said
It's like I'm aimin' at the
Stars but inside I'm dead
It's like I'm hangin' onto nothin'
But the beats I'm fed
I'm conversatin' with
the rain.
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'.
You never even called me by my name.
Well I've heard my name a few times in your phone book.
estate, I buss a smile
International, that's how I'm comin' now
Mortgage on the yard like twenty-two hundred
But the rent's got it covered by a country
be apart of you forever
I beat it up wit my chains on, Lakers
Won't fold on my corner but we still bout that paper
Still bout that nature
Ralph Waldo
won't repent but I will transcend
I don't recommend any disrespect, your opinion is better left unsaid
Don't play pretend, do you comprehend? Well I'll
the game ain't shit without me like I was David Ruffin
Stayed strapped cause my mind be my weapon
Henne said do good by people man that's how you get your
than better than
Niggas jack it like it's letterman
Or david goliath rocking all pedestrians
I'm trying to give y'all all the evidence
Not by singles
throwing heat rocks
If I'm on my high horse yeehaw say that boy spittin no beat box let's get it
Yeah Yeah call me young David throwing heat rocks
If I'm
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
the Red Monkey Jeans? My shirt was made by Gino Green (Nice shirt)
My jewels was made by David Bling (David) They call me the underground king
Chain bling
came
But maybe some of these babies need a diaper change
The driver talk about hiding your plane
But I don't care though
Flyer than a jet not a lot
Yeah I'm not religious but for smoke I am a mormon
Yeah I'm unemployed but for the bitches I'm a doorman
Grilling the beat so hot call me george foreman
spit some truth again?
Last year, I was doubted by some kids
But we made a few hits!
(Shit!)
They can’t sell these bars, like I am
They be coppin’
official
Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black
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