Lyrics:
Attention, ladies and gentlemen
I have all the hoes on my pelvis
'Cause I look like black Elvis
Twista! Hit it
I be sonic, I can do it like it
Only on camera, only on camera
It might look like I care, but only on camera
Only on camera, only on camera
Don't listen to the lies, I swear they all
to the top
Nothin' can stop me now
Well, look out world
'Cause here I come
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Life's a trial by fire
I'm gonna live my life, oh yeah
It's
The cops passed by, but he stayed calm
Cause the leather trench coat was keepin him warm
But this time they walked by real slowly
He thought to himself,
that only money could bring
I could tell that she, by the look in her eyes
Would do anything, to get that life
Didn't talk down to her, didn't make
blade like Wesley
Serve it to a junkie, hit it then he say, uhh huh, Elvis Presley
Ain't tryna hit me no lick for pay, Im tryna run through these nicks
let the good life pass you by
Did you ever hold a hand to stop its trembling
Did you ever watch the sun desert the sky
Did you ever hold a woman
to wreck shop
I got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear?
Stop look and listen, but please don't stare
So jet to the store, and buy the LP
On Jive/RCA,
think be an artist, focus anger find a target
Now I'm crying in the chapel, Elvis Presley where's my path?
Holy shit I'm overwhelmed Feeling myself,
who blow the huntsman's horn and by the look of this one
You've not got much to fear
Here I am, I'm very fierce and frightening
I come to match my
were made by me
Your mistakes were made by you
You cant learn from one mistake you'll make two then three
It dont stop, the future looks bright but its
Listen and listen well
He's a bad Muthafu
Gimmie that god damn book!
Here let me read you this one
Christmas in Compton
It was a silent night,
about the bad ass Eazy-E
he was drinkin' whisky and gin at the age of three
listen and listen well
he's a bad Muthafu-
[Mother]
Gimmie that god damn
of fate has found me
I hear voices calling out to me
You' gotta stop, look & listen
Take no chances look before you leap
You' gotta stop, look & listen
nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
(Listen)
Two words, United States, no love, no breaks
Low brow, high stakes, crack smoke, Black folks
Big Macs, fat
who blow the huntsman's horn and by the look of this one
You've not got much to fear
Here I am, I'm very fierce and frightening
I come to match my
I feel a good sensation
And I been lifted child by your soul creation
Don't you stop just to look away
I want you to listen, child, to what I say
right
(Davy Crockett, Peter Pan, Elvis Presley
Disneyland)
You vitriolic, patriotic, slam fight
Bright light
(Bardot, Budapest, Alabama, Khrushchev)
lookin' for?
Can't a young man get money anymore?
Let my pants sag down to the floor
Really do it matter as long as I score?
Can't my car look
protection...Don't look behind you 'til south Carolina"
Cops spring a roadblock "He ain't gonna stop!"
"He's gonna take a pop!"
Someone opens fire, the trucks front
Ooh oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
You can't stop it, block it when I drop it
Anytime I go rhyme for rhyme on a topic
You ain't even
And blood in his eyes
And he's looking at you, kid
As he races on by
So watch out for his hooves
They're going to kill you for sure
He's got some kind
know how to listen
So they can pass it after I drown
We can stop being washed away
Sand grain by sand grain, pebble by pebble
We can stop this, we
fuckin' imitate me
Best rappers, they be calling Feezy and D
They know im the fuckin' G.O.A.T, Elvis Presley
Feezy gon' defend me, like a fuckin Bambi
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