Lyrics:
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
bizzle
The only nizzle that will never ever fizzle
Original, you niggas know
Gotta get 'em up (who wants some)
You better get 'em up (come get some)
me Mick Jagger 'cause I 'Roll a lot of stones'
It's a whole lot of clones but only one Sweet Jones
Turnin' whores to carnivores, they just can
2, 1
Come on Ras Kass, come and get some
We the movement, gladiator rap
Move over, move out the way
I'm a walkin' melee, bleed ammonia
Can you smell
Dipset
As we proceed
What have we here (take that take that)
It's 0-9 motherfucker (one thing to do)
We get money motherfucker (yo)
I pulled
hop in the ring, and then I fight whoever
Mike Tyson any opposition, but I bite you better
Get on one knee, present that ring, fuck livin' like Hugh
terrible things
About me it makes me feel sad how heartless
You can be you play with strong
Women’s struggles like they mean
Nothing you’re taking
Advantage
low prices
A better war for your boys and girls might get a little
Dark and dirty before we get to the brightness
If you come with me then I can
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
it's real
Smooth as Sinatra
You can tell by my pops that I'm street
Fuck the forecast I'll let you know what day'll be heat
See I recruit smart
Smooth as Sinatra, you can tell by my pops that I'm street
Fuck the forecast, I'll let you know what day'll be heat
See, I recruit smart niggas with heart,
amigo Joe in the casino
With only 5 bucks in my snow white tux
Most times I rock a t-shirt that says ‘Life sucks!'
Brando Flux:
We went from hotel
fully until
You're actually in that position yourself
(Until you're actually in
That position yourself)
You can always learn better by
Doing it
you better go on
Hey boy I got so many ways
Ways to get paid
Twenty four hours
Money to be made
I started off with nothing
Now I'm platinum
Nathaniel Jones his name is better known by Black Starr Im Saying
Black Starr Its the legend of the Black Starr Black Starr Black Starr when the evil attack
shit
Text a nigga phone, avoiding my calls
Only thing you got is your word and your balls
Get up on my level you say you a boss
Everybody seen it we
only? 'Til you say yeah
All I can do is wait and see
Ain't tryna speed, I ain't gonna lie
Girl I'm tryna get you on my side
Give it some time, time, time
brains
Only thing I got in this world is my word & that follow my name
I'm so fascinated by your curves how you twirl give me some of that thang
They say
Stop
Was feeling petty heavily when I was only 17
Get this cake then move away
Move onto better things
Double back and go and laugh at every single nigga
(Baker Yung)
Bands
You Only Get One
You only get one shot (One shot)
You better take advantage (Yea)
You better take advantage (Yea)
You better take
(Jazzamatazz)
[VERSE 2]
Styles, I hand em, I brand em like cattlecakes
Better get flows from your bros if a battle takes
I hear a hiss, the tale of a taddle
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