Lyrics:
on the rack
Thinking they Kobe, and yet their whole demeanor is Shaq
I’m wan kenobi kicking Mr. Miyagi on wax (yo what the)
Gotta get off my ass cause I
chilling up in Chiraq
I stay by myself like it's uno
Drawing two Glocks out my
Pocket reversing yo life
Chop send you to mars like you bruno
Like Luisss
braggin' in close friends
That she ride good pipe
Told her get a lil' darker, for real
Let me see what ya like
Hit them lights
I gotta get a lil' darker
him to Paradise
The Xan Francisco got me looking and moving like Mr. Bean, I ain't saying shit
Got a ruptured eardrum from having my ear
don't fly with that foreplay, all them eyes
Lil' mama don't forget I'm Mr. Ring around the Rosé
Nigga fuck with me I bring your ting around the Rosé
and over and over i was raised by
KRS 1, I was raised by Tribe Called Quest
I was raised
By DMX the last real nigga alive? Naw
Nigga! We real
Niggas alive,
like a mf scripture
I keep it real and you fake just like squidward
I fucked that bitch up in my nike slippers
Stick by the pole like a mf stripper
as a nigga in the cash game
I'm livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
Tell me is it cool to fuck?
Did you think I come to talk? Am I a fool or what?
as a nigga in the cash game
I'm livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
Tell me is it cool to fuck?
Did you think I come to talk? Am I a fool or what?
Oh, you're his girl?
Hello, my name is Mr. Goodbar
I'm came to offer champagne
Later on, maybe, I'll tell you my real name
But for now sip your
Oh, you're his girl?
Hello, my name is Mr. Goodbar
I'm came to offer champagne
Later on, maybe, I'll tell you my real name
But for now sip your
’m letting it go
Let’s go
I’m feeling mad max
Tell them lil hoes get back back
Soon as he think he could talk back
We gone end it
And make sure we off that
I
stratosphere world report
Mr. Kevork/ Mr. Can Walk/ Mr. Can Talk/ Mr. In here to take no shorts/ guess what I'm feeling numb/ so it's no surprise I never feel
what?)
Lil' Kim:
Lil' Kim, Big Will give a damn how y'all feel
Hate, but on the real, Big Will is seven mill
If I wasn't on top I'd have a lot less
jumbo (uh, uh)
(That shit still clappy, though)
Yeah, bad ho getter, real P pusher, bad ho fucker (yeah)
I get turnt up when I'm fuckin' these
just a lil' more now)
We ain't gonna get no sleep
I go my way, you go yours
You taste real life, I taste tours (alright)
Sweet at first, but after
just a lil' more now)
We ain't gonna get no sleep
I go my way, you go yours
You taste real life, I taste tours (alright)
Sweet at first, but after
ain’t
I done seen gangsters talk tough til dey shot
Errrrbody cold til dey hit wit dat fire
Got Dem guys turn on you for a lil piece of coochie
Beefin
You know i never did understand why they
Always told me to smile s
It ain't too much s I gave a smile for
Real talk yo still a ahole by nature
Peep
shit all the way 100, nigga
I'ma keep this shit all the way 100, nigga
Ayy, punk boy, lil' bitch
I'ma keep this shit all the way real
Show no sympathy
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
because my hunger?
Mr. America young black niggas want ya
I want to talk to the man understand
Understand this motherfucking G-pack in my hand
Look what
because my hunger?
Mr. America young black niggaz want ya
I want to talk to the man understand
Understand this motherfuckin G-pack in my hand
Look
tonight
I said she might be; she might be
Mrs. Right
I said she might be; she might be
Mrs. Right
Ooh
I could talk to her for "hours" traveling on a plane
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