Lyrics:
but I'ma soar
Like a sprained ankle when I landed on the floor
If you don't like the song, here's the exit door
'Cause they don't really make 'em
Bitch, I'm from the Bay, was born to bridge the gaps
And I'm a legend in my city, they say "His shit slaps"
Said I'ma go and sell a million, I'ma get
leave by ma side cause the plot gets deeper with time
By now I can officially rhyme
Who wants to listen to a kid spit'n at 9
To me I was sound'n like Jay
ma wear a mask, yeah don’t be stupid
Bright blue clouds flying right on by me
Hearing this song makes it so vi-bey
Upright freakin’ bass it’s awe
Tim Dog : Yeahhhh, ha hah, you have been warned
The Boogie Down boys are gonna get ya
KRS One : That's right boye, you are now jammin to the sounds
by a crack in my units
I'ma stick to the shit that made The Click
The super kind, I love to spit
That nigga 40 vicious, he got speech I heard him
we catch ya, boy, you know yo ass done
I done on some different shit, hopped on the beat, by ken carson
At first these niggas, woun doing this
I swear
Throw ya deuce to the sky if you want to,
Put the fire to your blunt I'm tryna front you
I'm tired of gettin' by, tired of being sick
Tired of niggas
the song I'ma say I'm an ape
Can't fuck with a snake
He get dropped if he play
We killing bout most of these men
You can't save him again
The niggas I know
Song: That's Real
Artist: Get Money Committee ft Sir Bean & Rozay
I'ma keep it real with ya
Keep it real with me with me my nigga and I'm still with
and got slammed by the. Police up on his face and his stomach on sanders
Murda
Aye , and this ain't no diss song Nigga I swear to god ya heard me. Look
a nigga already approachin' you
Walkin' like ya motion screwed
While I'm picturin' you in the nude
I'ma tell her whatevas cleava' its whateva' you want
already know in this man
A lil somethin' for the fans
I'ma let you hear the first song we did off of "Get Ya Mind Correct"
Ya ain't know I had this did
the person for ya
I aint hatein' i don't want his spot i want you on top
I want you to be happy with the things you got
And i'm here to help get'em if you mine
kicks in gear
Fuck the underground partys, names, his crew
Like I'ma say their names so they can be famous too
[Chorus]
You just a...
Quitter and you
a plate?
What’s the point of this success without a struggle in the race?
And I’ll be damned If I’ma let another fucker pave the way.
Ima do this for me
soldier became so ferocious
In this Hip-Hop culture that I long for
The roller coaster O was on so young
Took a turn right into his song
That's right,
and make it all spin crooked
God please help, too much grim to look at
Grab the tree by the limb and shook it
Like, "Have you seen my self esteem, where
suspicious (Bitch) wanna play I'ma make you a mission
(Bitch) wanna play I'ma make you a pendant
Face and all I'm gone be a witness
Kill his family I don't got
Ya heard me?
Ah
Youngin tryna put that blick on somethin' (Baow)
Youngin steady tryna hit at somethin' (Boom, baow)
I been tryna tell him not
Crack! What the feins use to get high
And the hustlers move to get by that's why the song called crack!
I got the cops drawn, I put the block on
Over
bhi nhi the,
Bas beat banara tha,
Songs ban rahe the,
You can tell by that,
Mera level hi alag,
And you can tell by that ye,
Mere kitne beneath hain.
bullet proof on run, flats late at the night
I'ma look for 'cause
Just ride through his hood and when I see that chump
I'ma jump out the truck and dump my
If you boys got beef we can roll wit it
In da club or da street we can go wit it
It don't make me none blow for blow wit it
Crack his head wit a gun
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