Lyrics:
even know the true envy
The man I'm pickin apart, and plus they both were friends to me
Past trivial pursuits like East and West coast feuds
Come
in the projects
East side and the west side
Indeed I spit it with finesse right
L's for love me, Y for "why front?"
T's for truth
E's the exotic flavor
Six Minutes I'm on (repeat)
It's a long way from Knowle West to Hollywood
I've never seen a triple beam
From LA to NY I eat pork make 'em scream
ain't gone want to get in it
Can't catch me slipping
You fucked up I keep ny nine in my truck
They call me that phyco bitch that't leaving you dead
pickin apart, and plus they both were friends to me
Past trivial pursuits like East and West coast feuds
Come against me on the mic, many and most will
hand, Malik"
Family ties
My grandfather taught me how to tie up a tie
Because my dad lived in NY
That's prolly why I was shy, so self-conscious
Took
real
But when you need em yo
Ain't nowhere around
Sonny boy you know da deal
In L.A.--dat's why we die
In NY--dat's whey we die
East and west coast
mais tu régresses
J'allume deux skis, pas les feux d'détresses (ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais)
Prend ton flash, c'est trop bre-som, n'y vas pas la nuit
Vi spinner rundt og rundt igjen (mine playaz)
Ey yo jeg drikker ikke scotch biatch vi popper
Ny chain her livsstilen insane her
Rimsa shiny nutsa er
Big would you praise my rhymes?
And give me the spot, "Best of All Time"
If I die in N.Y. will the West Coast ride
And the beef not stop 'til,
roi-oi-oi-oi-oi
Ils veulent notre âme ou notre argent, ils n’y arrivent pas
Alors touchons du bois-ois-ois-ois-ois
Vla du rap hardcore, C’est eux les malades ils
(Summertime)
[Chorus]
[Warren G]
I'm addicted to the sunshine the way it make these women dress
Tank tops, flip flops, make this nigga love the west
yeah
I'm talkin' West Coast, maybe on an island
In the Hills, way, way up how we wylin', woo!
On one hundred with the squad
Poppin' wheelies
That's my word
[Asia] Yeah, Supa Dave West
[Ghost] Uh-huh, yeah (yeah) aiyyo Lord spank 'em
[Planet Asia]
Yo, powerful rap robotic style off chronic
trill, so trill, so trill
Much love, everybody that keep it trill
All the trill niggas
Missippii, Jacktown, lil' Africa baby,
everybody in the NY
on the west side
Of SoHo, NY
9 AM, I write a lyric or two
Mike sings his song now
On Mad Avenue
I sing
"Come to your senses
Defenses are not the way
copulent
Dans l'écran de radar de recul, l'industrie en monokini
Tu nous reconnais ou tu nies, ton équipe de garce est morte sous la Lamborghini
C'est
And 2001 was timulturous
Tith all these terrorist attacks on our culture, plus
In NY, we had to watch the buildings crumble down
And Lisa "Left Eye" is
Bangin' to the east
Shakin' it to the west
Throw it up Northside
And the south gonna handle the rest
There ain't No Limit to this game I spit
Word up, I perform in the West, I put on,
Ain't Nothin' Like a Sunny Day, in Cali-For-Ni-A, ya heard?
I'm on the East, I'm rockin' T.O.N.Y.
In
stronger
While your shit be gettin' weaker
Now Kel be playin' kids like the NY Knicks
Taking it to your ass with these rhymes and shit
Cause
come on
If you from the NY you fly nigga
Nigga come on
Nigga come on
Now here we are star apport a sarsparilla
In the Don Ezetti on the Veric
my own
Dilate affiliate, yep the homie Alchemist
Soul Assassin, Likwit Crew
Down with a mound of chips
West Coast official, gauges and pistols
that
I got in the mid west streets be my voice
I dont think another dude could do what I do
So it seem like I ain't got no choice
Then the hoes gon'
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