Lyrics:
the cake will do
Tell em, fuck the shame, tell em
Fuck the game, don't let the game fuck you
Check it out
I, opened up shop at 13
Dimes, dubs, quarter
why you tryin' to debate
I'm in a light green laid back mirror glass tinted
You better keep yo' day job you'll never be in it
Who them girlz? Fuck them
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
liquor all night, green juice all day, life's all about balance, listen (yee)
Think before you talk, there might just be some goons around us (ayy)
You
Lil Wayne:
I ain't terrified from nuthin'
I'm young wild crazy and disgustin'
Better watch me 'cause I'm coming
With a oven by my stomach
I'm
game off into amphetamines
Looked around and had a small Wallgreens
Put tha word out on tha street, don't you fuck wit my fiends
Them niggas around tha
see
Time is crazy shit flies by
Now you're sitting traumatized
Like green tape finished in a day?
Maybe 2 but who's to say
Depending on them features
my change up
Only fuck with day ones
Hell nah we can't change up
Niggas ain't clutching for real
Niggas ain't toting the steel
Niggas ain't working for
to the middle of the day
Wiz say Dogg put the middle of the jay
Hey, why not? Not why?
We fly, we ride, she high, he high, we high
Fuck it, everybody
on this bitch cause I really can
A lot of niggas living by the day they ain't ever have no plan
NahTheWiz about how I'm dealing with bitches getting bands
of the streets (I know)
Live bad to die good
Know how to move when hustlin' by the days with no food
But just so I can eat (fuck)
And ain't it a bitch
And if
the air
And your joints in the sky
(High ridaz)
[D-Loc]
Back in the day
When I was young growin up
I always toke buds
And I never gave a fuck
Rode around
listenin'
And I'm a smooth operator by instinct
Word to Sade, walkin' 'round broad day
Like hey, with the windows down, I'm on Broadway
And it was just
can see your album coming
That shits like a sucker punch
Here for breakfast, fuck for lunch
Dinner time she bring a friend
Write my shit so
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
the days of ours, to the dome wit a shot or burn,
Never do toss on the curb me feelin' the urge to sperve, when Im broke as
Fucks and giving that mossburg
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love
But if you single and you down, then
I'm in your town fiendin' for another round
I was countin down the days
Been more patient than a Browns fan
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's malik my hobby's putting
It happened
Those college days just passed me by, I watched my friends get high
Cannot peace out and say goodbye, I asked my mother why
Can I stay
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
ain't do it for fame
Boy, you know it's just (me)
By my goddamn self, all alone I don't need no help
One army, it's just (me)
I gotta get it and go, I
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