Lyrics:
real is
When it came to you *** I woulda killed
But it was my fault *** I kept it too real
I broke bread with you *** showed you where I lived
You
outta funds
Bodies of Native children found, killed by priests and nuns
I refuse to be that man livin' cheque to cheque
30 years at the job? What you
a wells give me a chase so I can pop it
Bitch I want these racks I ain't here to party
BOA make you flex on the whole apartments
Might just hit the road but
already know, who the djs biggest fan
U CAN FIND EM by the speakers or the dj stand
He be cat choosing ------cuz he know he the shit
he love eating cookies
Woo
Woo
Woo
Woo
Woo
Woo
They say like when I do that shit
I uh I go by TG if y'all ain't know
but uh if y'all ain't know by now then you missing out
just wanna hear it
Nothing more, nothing less
I got one request
DJ, play a Christmas song
I wanna be dancing all night long
It's cold outside,
favorite song of mine
And accept my calls on the request line
D.J. will play just for you
But I gotta down and show I know how to
We got favorites,
favorite song of mine
And accept my calls on the request line
D.J. will play just for you
But I gotta down and show I know how to
We got favorites,
saying nothing
Now you get accused of being a
Gay nigga by a gay nigga?
That's just some shit we can't mess with K
But since you claim you a baller
I
to this, it`s realness
You feel this in yo` streets and village
Spare that new shit, `bus killed it
[Canibus]
Yo, yo, yo
Yo I`m a Macabeast MC and I
Listen here, you gotta believe me
When I say it was an accident I mean it
Now dammit, just free me!
I’m behind these bars, but I can still drop all
ready, Roscoe, is the hit squad ready?
Yes, they're ready
It's a clip to an Uzi that I insert
And at the show I unload at the concert
Yes, you just got
justice or no peace
Its a cold world when you out living black so you gotta tote heat
Cause you could get killed for just living black by the police
They
when I bleed
I just lick the wound
No, you not a G, you got it misconstrued
You all on IG, lying to get views
You got these little kids dying
Trying
you're sellin' out to white
As your faggot DJ would say, "Well alright"
I am your mentor
Victory is mine, it's time you surrender
Sucker! And just
left home
On the streets of New York, now I'm free
But with freedom comes big responsibility
I used to walk around driven by the force
I remember how
a pole i'm gettin' violated
The homies just got killed
And niggas seperated
Knock that nigga off his feet
A niggas levatated
I'm off a 4, a couple percs
Aww
Yeah hey
I keep my chrome
Keep my chrome
Ha
Ya
I keep my chrome
Unh
Chrome I gotta keep that just to make you niggas ease back (what)
So call up the line
Get down wit, down wit us
This is a re-quest Mr. radio man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (your on the line girl)
takin' shit
Now you can say I'm on some hatin' shit
But them facts, I'm not just sayin' shit
Biggie really sold crack and fucked mad hoes
Did Faith Evans
you to a rap fit"
DJ Andchris can't turn it down
For he is the man
Who holds the crown of rap
No one can
Fight him about that
He will fight him
He will
these niggas (Gang)
Might just get killed if you
Fuck with these niggas
Bullets, they sting like a bumblebee, nigga
I got your bitch on the run with me,
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
matter
It goes into my head as just chit-chatter (woo)
You may think I'm egotistical or just worry free
But what you say? I'll go tell it to, Timothy
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