Lyrics:
Semi automatic
Copyright Paul Day 2002
Part of a 5 track mini album recorded near Tom's River in New Jersey 2002 by the original Makshow USA line up
hard for them to swallow
When you got 'em by the balls, their hearts and minds follow
Pay yourself first, that's one of my main mottos
Picture Bill
She's Not A Girl
Copyright Paul Day 1999
Part of a 5 track mini album recorded near Tom's River in New Jersey 2002 by the original Makshow USA line
No Pressure
Copyright Paul Day 2002
Part of a 5 track mini album recorded near Tom's River in New Jersey 2002 by the original Makshow USA line up
Born Yesterday
Copyright Paul Day 2002
Part of a 5 track mini album recorded near Tom's River in New Jersey 2002 by the original Makshow USA line up
believer of equality
That equally you get the same quantity
Of profanity enough to make your auntie
Walk up to me, bend over and drop her panties
But
they can meet me by the car, au revoir
Lève le doigt en l'air
Lè-lève le doigt en l'air
One for the haters, I'm holding my Ace of Spades up
Lève le
5th album, I'm still fresh
New money, big checks
I'm the prince of the hip hop game
All you other lil' *** stay in lane
I see y'all doin' your thang
and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in
Yeah, TS, yeah, uhh
Yo, yo
Wonder if we all V-S'es'us
Wanna know the streets that we fuss
Now sit back and witness the di-rector's cut
Fuck, shit is real right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets over motherfuckers
Don't get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
Yo shut
and no looking back for us
We got love show love that's love
Say the all you're all that l need to get by
All I need to get by oh oh oh oh
Yeah
I got
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
(we the best)
Just pulled over in my 7-5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me 5
20 minutes in they dump
At Venice by the ocean
Rag-top Trey hits the three-wheel motion
There's gangsters all around
Still crazy sets, but you just don't clown
I pray L.A. can stay
by myself
You don't talk about your feelings never tell me how you felt
Then you had to watch me glow up can't believe you took that L
If a nigga
they agnostic
If I spit over the boom bap, they perceive it as nostalgic
But the truth is my subject matter is still the same
Production selection is
that special girl
Just come over baby so I can rock your world
45 acting like he’s five, brain-washing the weak
Lying about everything that been truly
your life? nope!
Walkin' round gang bangin' uh! betta
Keep that thang hangin'! uh!
Yo! - 20 lil' missiles in the clip of the 5-7
(uh)
I'm like
saying. That's my point.
I.B. - Mista Lawnge, what do you mean by this nine point five thing?
M.L. - Could we talk about that some other time.
I.B. - But
tell me where them niggas at before I take your ass hostage
He said "Alright. Around six around five
Of them niggas was riding around here in a maroon
Coulda never make you sad
Trying to make it snappy
And get that love that you must have
Because L and a 0 and a V and a E
That could make the world
This the real hip hop
(Ay, this time around I need five mics)
This the real hip hop
(?Cause my whole album ain't about ice)
Huh, back in the days, cool
encaged
Truck, necklace, igloo ring and things
For the bitches, who see them rims spin and grin
That shit with the V-trim that win
and the enormous fields
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