Lyrics:
Laflare nah we don't fight fair
Got major flavor, no major label
We major niggas cause we got major paper
Ball hard like we Major League Baseball
changin' my attitude (uh-huh)
Lil' Ton you know that I love you forever, could never be mad at you (for real)
You ain't wanna win, as bad as I want you
Sip that drank
Smoke that dank
Imma pass on the pussy if it stank
Hit them stains
Live by murder for the gang
We deep like wayans
Got them dogs major
movin
I'm flippin hella units, nigga this is mob music
(That's a good look for you!) Got up out the game
Still spittin major slang, holla at'cho potnah
polaroids
And I'm tryna to use the phone but they makin' noise
Man I wish I had my glock cause its major
I'm makin' shanks out the plastics in razors
about a God damn Grammy?
Yo, Flav, I give a fuck about a God damn Grammy
But them motherfuckin hoes won't hand me one
At least you was invited by
At least you was invited by the biggots
The motherfuckers told me to buy a ticket
To the phoney ass ceremony
Fuck oscar, emmy, and tony
Cause when it comes
out
I can't wait for you
I used to serve in all my schools, I made a major amount of loot
Pour me lean, ain't drinkin' brew
I done made it out
you throw it back all I see is diamonds
I might gotta do some mining
Ah real oNe is hard finding
Played the field now I’m unwinding
Her league major now
Ayo, for real, look, let me just say this
I wanna say I love Def Jam, Def Jam changed my fucking life
There's definitely some fuckboys in that
doubted
And now they all applaud
Show them that I'm flawed, and if you ain't you a facade
I keep it real for my day ones
Surrounded by the same ones
Pull up
Bone Thugs, Akon, yeah
You know though nothin' come easy, you gotta try real, real hard
I tried hard, but I guess I gotta try harder
I tried so
Take it by a drop today, I won't feel
Take it by a drop today, I'm not real
Say you wanting me, how you feel
Say you real with me, I don't feel
open up accounts for 'em, we bounce tourin'
Major cities, arenas, headline with big time singers
Cop Ferrari's with navigational screens
Guide us
open up accounts for 'em, we bounce tour in
Major cities, arenas, headline with big time singers
Cop Ferraris with navigational screens
Guide us
real shit be that real son
The grimy endulge in nothing but gangsterness
That ice is lookin major on your wrist
Is you ready to die like a man for it
on this lyrical high real quick
1993 exoticness, know what I'm sayin'?
Let's get technical, where's your bone at?
Get up on that shit, aight?
Yo
Talking bout you ain't hating , so tell me where your major love
What is you compromising, like really where your major love
I been over , I never
Opened up the budget now it's only major things
Mulsanne, run ya half a ticket
Bugatti Boys, cop won't even write the ticket
I got a few Crips that
lick ya where he don't, and suck real hard on yo' nipple
My game is sharp as a cicle, she love my pickle
And if you gave her a dime, nigga she gave me
introduce myself
But nah, you all gon' figure out
Who this Major Phoenix really is
'Cause you all gon' see my dedication
Think I did this before
But now, it's
Niggas pull strings like a guitar
Guitar, G-Star jeans on my sneakers
I'm a real soulful nigga
Collared greens inside your speakers (yeah, yeah)
to find if you beefing or tryna rhyme//
But I don't like war, what real nigga do?
The fake ones brag and get killed by they crew
I live for the code
brauds
i was blessed with a talent that could get me real far in time
and trust me im nice with mine
and im sick with an instrument listen to the drumline
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