Lyrics:
contest, contract to sign
By blood, I'm in this squad for life
Hear about out my windpipes, and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't say that line
close
Yourself off from the power this could
Bring you we are all
Human we are all implicated by our fears
No one is being judged similarly
If you read
your lights
And "50" you have it, cause when Rule' spit to the masses
I got yo attention like J-Lo's ass
I know why'all niggaz is second guessin'
need
Stop thinking about what car got the most speed
It’s going to sit in yo garage mad forgotten by the end of the week
Then you buy another one should
in Bloomington
Always wished I had time for music
Got my chance, this was it
But every single time I, sat at the keyboard to write
My mind was in
money comin' slow, you better think quick
Rap game, so much fuck shit done
That's why this .45 in my Trukfit trunks
Fuck a skateboard, I went and got
cutting hairs
With that boy J-o-e, yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no ho
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
I'ma come through
cutting hairs
With that boy J-o-e, yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no ho
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
I'ma come through
nobody serve it like I serve it
Got 'em shakin' like Michael J fox
These niggas lookin' nervous
We do what we do
This West Coast is voodoo on you
(See
though
You can check it, I got a record in Brazil
For runnin' out and not payin' the bitches
Juvenial delinquent, see when I speak dis
Move when I
cheap, where they quick to fill you with them slugs
It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by
écran
J'lis mon futur dans l'étang
J'suis sous le toit dans la house tout le temps
J'suis en apnée et je prends tout mon temps
Pop this song all summer I
E's new record]
[DJ: What's it called man ?]
[Guy1: Yo, it's called "Radio"]
[DJ: We got it, you called the right station. And here it is...]
Eazy E
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
concentrate (yeah, woo)
You ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh (come on)
DJ's in the mix shows
You better go to the record store and cop
this they don't hit, they miss
It's a strong record, a record for the strong
For those who appreciate real rap songs
Listen how I won't allow
DRFM aye
You know, it's me on the beat by the way (No cap)
Lima
(Aye, yeah, aye, yeah, Lima)
Tous les jours
Tous les jours j'record
Tous les jours je
Always been down with the capital J
I got a homeboy by the name of Dr. Bombay
My favorite color is grey! Uhh
I can't forget I like reggae
I'm Biz
flavour, keepin' crates stacked
Buyin' records by the pack
With my knapsack filled as I chilled
On the see-Train, simple and plain, let me explain
I had
it
And +I+ can achieve it if +I+ believe it
J for Jersey City got to holler at my home
K I keeps it movin okay I give it on
L that's Big L may his
[Adam Sandler]:
Hey how ya doin'? My name's Barry Lakin and I'm here with the man on the street
Quiz. This weeks's show is a doozy man, it really is.
chest -- it gots to be hot
Uh haha, stop, 'Clef can I rock, yo
Get out the bathroom, let me go again from the top
Feel this composition, I wrote it in
chest -- it gots to be hot
Uh haha, stop, 'Clef can I rock, yo
Get out the bathroom, let me go again from the top
Feel this composition, I wrote it in
Hit man up like I need this at the store
Nigga he got me, he gave me the low
He might be my bro
Like we don’t even know
I’m by the house, but she see
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