Lyrics:
lifestyle's a mix between Brown Sugar and Love Jones
Hip Hop and bad ass bitches
But they come last, first I get the cash and gotta handle my business
I train
Gel soft, well blow, give him a minute, he'll grow
And all you gotta do is play the track again
I'm ready and revived, baby, back again
(Chorus)
to the promised land
No, I ain't comin' back when I'm gone
This world is not my home
I'm passing through
Ill be judges by the good and bad I do
So I'm going to be
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
Rihanna
In the mix is what I am not
I don't do the drama
Bitch I'm lit like a Molotov
Baby I'm on fire
I can't switch on my brothers
For no figures and for
Then I write, spit, produce, mix and master, do it all again
[Verse 2:]
Some of the things you can’t win, death, tax, or presidents
Society makes you
got Ashville on the yard and Yianni on the wrap
I mean I'm Yianni on the rap
I'm the best at what I do, they think I'm braggin' on a track
But I
a thing for a brother like me
Uncle Sam want to buy another missile (yep)
Strip Mix-a-Lot straight down to the gristle (mm)
I made a few mil'
Do me and get away
I got a glimpse of your license plate
N-W-A."
[Chorus: x2]
She was Chubby and
Ready to Rock
Naughty By Nature and
Part
dream about the money
But I do dream of living
9-5 just ain't my style
So I mix, master, compile
All of my thoughts on to a track
And then I look up
no moe
Ion mix lean with the crown no moe
Shawty asked why I ain't around no moe
Ion gotta serve it by the pound no moe
Plug ain't outta town no moe
Lambo
" so I went and bought one
That 2016 Huracán gon' look hella
Good on my independent ass
Own all my own masters
No teardrops on my Dre Beats
the flav, getting more rich than Bay
I say, this Master jam more than Jay
And two is, my crew is, coming with the newest
Can't do us, knock your teeth out
cry so selfishly sometimes
I cry because I'm scared and I don't know what to do
It's true, what a fool I am
A primal idiot, a master of none
Looking
and laughter
Too busy with a female, tellin' me I'm the master
I was slick like, "Huh, do I know you?
I got play, here, let me show ya"
Used to have
no paying 'em back, for real
I wonder what it could've been if I had snakes in the mix
Actually, I never wanna know 'cause we made it like this
to combust
Dust crumbles with a touch
I tuck thrust-ables
Lust over luck, untouchable
Trust the gut like what lovers do
Now I'm backed by a pack of thieves
You
I just staged a coup
I'm upstaging you
Found my way out the maze outamazing you
Mix my pain to suit
Whoever you claim to just master my latest move
on the way your life shown.
Booyaa!
How I'm jumpin' your bones
like a Grand
Master in a Flash.
Put out your cigarette
and rest your tired ash.
All I wanna do
came back to win, I just Pat Mahomes'd you
Did this by myself, yeah, so I don’t even need them
I write, produce, mix, and master, where do I begin?
So if
Eliminate The Possibility
That To Be An E-M-C-E-E
Is Not A Threat To Society
Say Step By Step
Stride By Stride
I Know The Young Ladies Would Like To Ride
If
I never do drugs nawet jak ktoś mi je zaoferuje
I hop on the track bo wspieram swoją pierdoloną grupę
Am not gonna lie zarabianie zawsze bywa trudne
[Chorus]
Break backs, make tracks, take acts and wax a nigga
That lacks take gats tap at the trigga
D.M.C. you see I got a little bigga
Jam Master Jay
Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!)
It's a Wu-Tang official right here you know
Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work
We
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