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they come too you ever step in the way?
You get stepped on and stepped through
The Flavor Unit's come and then
We must make room for all the flavor's
and lies both spray together
My mind scream like Al Green "Let's Stay Together"
How could a nigga be so scared of change
That's what you hustle for, for
though
With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those
Who can withstand, the more power I gain
And make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck
house
By the beach
Go shopping only with my bro to Louis Vuitton
Buy every colour car I want just like a don
Buy my dad that Rolex he always want
Make him
fucking shit
Holy fucking shit
Holy fucking shit
Then the X-Files being, looking like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chan with Isabella Rossellini lips
put his ashes in my pen
I'll make sure my next album your rap
Name and chart higher than you kid
Mr blue Jean Face, corduroy, overalls
Hunter green
The story begins like a Dickens Novel, David Copperfield "I am born"
And naw nigga we all just can't get along
5996 A-L The Year of Light Illuminati
Yo, ay yo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers
In condominiums, overlooking our drug capers
New York City, know only way
it
Take it way past the limit
Go back 6 years and throw some G funk in it
MC Lyte long as the money green collect
This is for my dogs hittin'
Switches
just the way we swing)
(Me and you, how we do, be so fly)
[Fabolous]
You need to leave them burgers alone and make a steak upgrade
I'm fillet
off of my dick?
Words in the way, I'm at lost by 'em
I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (get down, nigga)
I have evolved into
try things my way hon
Malibu ride, highway 1
Nothing is too much, everything you touch turns to gold
You make me better (you make me better)
I'm
gettin hard by the ounce
No more cash in stashes, it's cards in accounts
The way I make 'em nod to the bounce
Somebody call Silvia and tell her ship
L.B.C. Shit
We dips to this, make chips to this
And buy brand new whips and shit, uh-huh (beyotch)
I bet you didn't know that yo' bitch was suckin' dick
L.B.C. Shit
We dips to this, make chips to this
And buy brand new whips and shit, uh-huh (beyotch)
I bet you didn't know that yo' bitch was suckin' dick
types of hassle!
All agreed by the one you'll be by
The only way is my way to follow my lead!
Shake you make you a better woman!
With no hugs and plugs
the fifth eat shit, you'll step off
Six is your beatdown, your title is seven
Takin out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelveth I go for self
to copy, I see em when they mock me
Baseball cap bent, the fresh scent is ?seemiyaka?
All the way from Green Acre's to the Beverly Center
Heads turn, and I'm
started out, gettin' hard by the ounce
No more cash in stashes, it's cards in accounts
The way I make 'em nod to the bounce
Somebody call Silvia and tell
With A Smile
by Eraserheads
Album :
Submitted by : MaRy
Corrected by : ejL
Lift your head, baby, don't be scared
Of the things that could go
remember me, from way back?
I'm the same cat with the wave cap
The motherfucker that TNT used to blaze at
Still here so it's all good
Oh you know my
the case of this man,
Predestination
A: Predestination
L: My ways are mysterious
Sometimes even to myself
My ways are mysterious
Devil: Relax,
and back
Hip-hop's Maurice Green the way
I'm running tracks
Man who could fuck with that, fam nobody
Gotdamn so hot, he got fans all on him, ahk
I said it
on some, "Stay solid" shit, used to make play by the colleges
JP brought Mason Turner, our sense the road was a major earner
Nigga, my life full
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