Lyrics:
the opera
Went and got it, now these niggas wanna knock us
Bitches fallin' 'cause they need a couple dollars
But it ain't a problem 'cause a nigga really
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we
Thinkin what I wanna say, step in the booth in one take and
How could I not sell a million when I'm rappin' on Dre hits
Then spit that classical LA, NWA
on your fucking wall, necklace-wearing bitch
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I
'Bach
I'm the realest that run it, I just happen to rap
I ain't gotta clap at 'em, niggas scared of that black
I drop that "Black Album" then I back,
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
and let me off right now
(Trials and tribulations that we all must go through)
I don't know why this world keep turning
(When someone wants to test us
snickers with no nuts no satisfaction.
I hustle and flow, mighta been by my cheese since I was knee high.
Weed what you need, hit me I'ma drop off
the town like it's Halo (Halo)
But don't make a move 'til I say so (say so)
Drop a few hits then I lay low (lay low)
Ever since I been single
My side
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
shit, bet I live for it
For this moment
Had to vent so I hit up the big homie
Niggas don't even buy albums
But niggas still do anything for a deal,
to get popped by a cop?
Who the next n**** in the hood to get shot?
I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped up in bulletproof
N**** on my stomach see -
1 on the album? I don't know
I feel like it's fire
I just, it might just be a hit to be honest, it might be a hit and like my mind
'Cause you're
for it
I had a shot of D'usse, now the ace of spade is pourin'
My vision's 20/20, and the feelin' is euphoric
If I'm not on my harley then I'm
Good evening, and welcome to eazy's playhouse
You stupid muthafucka
Now that you got the album
What the fuck are you gonna do with it
Bitch
the last album, I said
If they don't put you on top of the platter on this one
Then what it's like
You're from the inside looking out there
I'm
grub)
Can't fuck with no basic bitch who want a thug
Bobby sell albums, no he don't sell drugs (let that boy breathe)
Make it pop (ay)
Make it pop
is longer now, it's prettier by far,
Hope you don't feel too unusual riding in my flash car.
Hi, it's been a long time, you're looking good,
Proud
the fucking spray-can
Shots in the crowd then everybody ran
Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave
Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave
Mount up
Anywhere, yeah, I don't care
We just fly away from here
Our hopes and dreams are out there somewhere
Won't let time pass us by
We'll just fly, yeah
If
Damn, okay (yeah)
I been out the way in the cut, it's been a minute (been a minute)
Workin' on the album, now it's finished
Last time I saw her,
my whereabouts, presently
Blending with the masses, now I'm fittin' in society
Hide behind the mask overwhelmed by the anxiety
In the middle
of the urban make your shit sound rural
She said I hit it so deep she need a epidural
Them other niggas have you looking like a squirrel
Now that's nuts. I
to make it bigger I don't pay for no reduction
If it's comin' from a nigga I don't know, then I don't trust it
If you comin' for my head, then mothafucka'
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