Lyrics:
my bitch a Birkin bag
Whats it gonna take
For me to get some love round here
24/7 every day of the year
I've been working nigga
And I had to make it
Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alleged, full-fledged, sledge RZA
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Seven years passed, now
copycats
Copy raps, I will not be that, I'm y'all ass 24/7, 10/4 copy that
Aftermath in this bitch nigga, what you gon' do about it huh?
Nothing, yea,
I make big money
I drive big cars
Everybody know me
It's like I'm a movie star
But late at night something ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by
to excel
Politicking amongst the wisest players
Stay in the cut, forever ganja-ed up
Private affairs, confide to my pairs
News Years to Hanukkah
The streets
'Cause pride in my fairs, News Years to Hanukkah
The streets a death trap
Greet chickens to where I rest at
Chiba-trickin, now it's 3 positions, some even
breath, recess
We bless, mics, three times a day
Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels
Strictly laughing at MC's
Lyrics for years that
Woah, tats on my face I will never have a desk job
But I just got promoted by ya bitch, I got the head job
She ain't Jeff Bezos but I swear she got
niggas correspond, bitch
Kick the fuck out of the track on some Jean-Claude shit
Get the fuck out of the streets, nigga, I bomb shit
Shit ain't all good
3 cups of hen and I'm on one
Came with one bitch but want all of 'em
Let's ball or somthin'
(Shit, what they lip read?)
My dick and balls or somethin'
the messenger
Bitch niggaz talk behind ya back like a catcher
Either M-Y-O-B or B-Y-O stretcher
In that order, man, woman ,son, daughter
The beat sound like
kid?
Don't even look over there, act like we ain't trippin'
Within the next few days, potnah came up missin'
See a lot of these niggas bitch up
breath, recess
We bless, mics, three times a day
Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels
Strictly laughing at MC's
Lyrics for years that
You did good, $lick
I say we bring this shit back to '96 (what)
Northside in this bitch
Lil Wetto
Southside in this bitch (what)
East-side, 59,
Leave your bitch in shock like the third rail caught her
Styles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease
Did more drugs than pharmacies
I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age
I always judge a book by the cover, never the page
I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage
[Beanie]
1, 2 Sigel comin for you
3, 4 I'm gonna kick in your door
5, 6 man I want those bricks
7, 8 gonna give up dat weight
9, 10 I'll
Go outside get kidnapped by the music
Dont head home losin myself to the frequency im choosin lead on
By the vision of you
Kissin on you
Rub my
could shield my reign
You ain't got money for the gas bitch, get out the range
Got welcomed to the game wit' like 4 mil' and change
Nigga's
enemies by any means (any means)
If-if-if you get twenty years in the league, you still couldn't ball with us (no)
Seven foot four, boy still ain't tall
we true and flew in life
Leave us JD and rock a party all night tight nigga
One two three four five six seven
I can rap like hell but make
reach you
And I like to understand 'cause your house was never a home
Thirty-seven, but you showin' up as a seven-year-old
You got gamblin' problems,
but one thing
identity saying she is ONE SEVEN
For the movie imma go back and spit at her throw at
the chick like my name is Tech N9ne Bitch!
When I
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