Lyrics:
Eliminate The Possibility
That To Be An E-M-C-E-E
Is Not A Threat To Society
Say Step By Step
Stride By Stride
I Know The Young Ladies Would Like To Ride
If
to the hip hop police
Nigga two guns up, I run up in ya label
Why your guns in the house
Like a couch potato
I stay gangsta'd up
Niggas ain't got shit on me
your hood
And when your album sales wasn't doing too good
Who's the Doctor they told you to go see?
Y'all better listen up closely
All you niggas
your album sales wasn't doing too good
Who's the Doctor they told you to go see?
Y'all better listen up closely
All you - that said that I turned pop,
pay it no mind
Keep your money to yourself homie
And if you got enough game
You'll get her name and her number
Without going under
You can't leave
your hood
And when your album sales wasn't doing too good
Who's the Doctor they told you to go see?
Y'all better listen up closely
All you niggas
your turn 'cause I ain't done yet
Look, just understand that I'm on a roll like Cottonelle
I was made for all of this shit
And I’m on the road box
and chill and drive
I'm asking questions to find out how you feel inside
If I ain't rap 'cause I flipped burgers at Burger King
Would you be ashamed
Put it on cruise
As I wake up in the morning
And I wish to see your face
And I long for some good lovin'
And girl it's worth the wait
I just wanna
and throw dice
I was just thirteen when I had to leave home
Knew I couldn't stick around
I had to roam, ain't good lookin'
But you know I ain't shy
Ain't
(Damn, Ben Marc shot this too?)
Cash rules everything around me
C.r.e.a.m., get the-get the-get the-get the
Get the-get the-get the-get the money,
closing candy blue doors
From the old caddy coupe to the new blue Rolls
I'm from the hood living good, so I'm pimping
I ain't got my plaque in yet, but
tone
Honey I know
I aint what your used to
But I wanna get right down to
Lovin you oh
So wont you come on over
And let me be your lover
Baby I
I got what
by sin
I got my first gold front from Ben
Eighty-nine, I was into Rakim
For dropping gems
Most niggas learned a lot from him
Grandma used to cook with
'cause 'e fucked me up by tryin to tell me…
Steve: Nicko.
Nicko: If 'e'd o' come up to the riser...
Steve: Nicko.
Nicko: Look...
Steve: Nicko.
I am Adolfo Pirelli
Da king of da barbers, da barber of kings
E buon giorno, good day
I blow you a kiss!
And I, da so-famous Pirelli
I wish-a
Well, you know that kings ain't stupid
But I don't have a clue
Don't be cruel, Joseph
Help me now, I beg of you
So back in Canaan
The future looked rough
a man, and you so in love with him
But can I get a dance (dance)? Maybe a little lovin'
Slim girl if I took you home (home), I wonder (I), I wonder (I)
Robitussin
I'm the king, ain't no discussion
And now we blowing up like spontaneous human combustion
My consumption is the illest
Section eight, I know you
blade 21
Got them things inside make me empty one
Pull it over to the side by a pretty one, like
What's good mami come make a cloud your pillow, come
E.
'cause I'm tha OG that'll bring ya down,tha devils son in law KING of
tha underground. Good to go with tha flow that I throw,giving ya
more to let
Your rebuttal a little too late
And if you have a album date, just make sure I'm not in the song
'Cause I don't need the attention bring enough of that
to hold us
Well, this is my explanation
Straight from Ethiopia
N-E-G-U-S definition: royalty king
Royalty, Oprah, listen
N-E-G-U-S description: black
I look deep in your eyes
I can guess your zodiac sign
We ain't got nothing but time
We can just chill and unwind
Get comfortable, comfortable
Get
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