Lyrics:
B-Sieg in this motherfucker holla at ya boy, yeahhh
Beat Novocaine, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the fuckin job done
Yeah
When I cop it's 4 doors I'm
"Save me"
You did her dirty all your life, you tryna make peace
I heard that one of 'em little kids might be Dave Free
Don't make it Dave Free's
playing by himself, man
Five, four, three, two, one
Version two
Yeah!!
Come On!!
This beat is crazy men
Guess who made it
(Most Valuable Tanzanite)
Yeah!!
I'm that nigga men, eeiih
I'm that nigga
you get me?
Free Teeko, Free Chronik, Free Solo
45, Free Tunji, Free Lauren, free Benny
Skepta go tru'
Yeah, like one, two, three, four
Fold one over
4) Buffet Stole my Wife (live version)-Written the day after I heard he was bad sick. Based on a kinda true story. Buffet would like that!
The first
save your life
It's ya boy, Kane Dingaling, A.K.A. the original black Spider-Man
About to shoot a rope down your throat, it's DJ EZ-Dicc
Killing you
You lying
You trying and lying, you boys ain't supplying
I pitch like Nolan Ryan, got cocaina flying
My partners sick up kids, they take what they
speak
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped
did this...ah, fantastic! First trip from Jersey to Nassau to
do the album, we had five weeks rehearsal in Jersey....well, we had two weeks really
him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Everyday it's a new rapper, claimin' to be dapper than the Dresta
Softer
money, forty year old phenom
My fifteen minutes of fame has stretched beyond
At forty two be better than twenty fours
I carried the 4-5, mastered 48
pussy, ah man she gotta be bad
She fuck with me, that bitch know I'm 'bout to buy them bags
Beef with me, fuck boy bout to go out back
I woke up
get it sixty-eight for sixty-nine, yeah (woah)
Well, I'm just sayin', yeah, uh (I'm just sayin')
No, I'm not trippin', boy, go live your life, yeah
boys
Keep your identity crisis under the table
I always knew who I was and I'll always be more famous
Check it
For the best in the vendor biz
Back on the road again
I had a little woman in Memphis
She wanted to be my bride
She said, settle on down, traveling man
You can stay right by my
[DRAKE:]
It's Southern Smoke Boy !
Ho, Yeah, Uh huh
It's Trey Songz and uh, D-R-A-K-K-E
Ahahaha, the boy of summer are here man
Ayo Track, I got
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
(Steve: I don't know Woody.
Are you sure you've got this think hooked up right?
Woody: Listen man, music is my life.
Steve: Alright. Two, three,
your train roll by?
Nine-sixteen and two-forty-four, twenty-five minutes 'til five.
At nine-sixteen, two-forty-four, twenty-five minutes 'til five.
There've been times, when I thought I heard angels
And I must admit, it took me by surprise
I heard rhythm, and the fullness of life
So rich, it
The sun don't shine and the guns don't sleep
Wake a nigga ass up like he got somewhere to be
Yeah (ya dig?)
Ha, ayy (and let the world know), and by
Baddest riddim (you know)
Dem nuh know vendetta (2K3)
Up to di time (up to the minute)
Timeless (I have the time)
See me a seh (weh y'ah seh?)
I
Four platinum albums, do the math, baby
When you gettin' money, life is fast, baby
Count it up until I can't feel my fingers
Count it up again like I
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