Lyrics:
niggas
Two years later, I'm on the attack
Right here right now, I'm finna run it back
Two years later, I'm on the attack
Right here right now, I'm finna
Sound Like Heaven
A 7-6-5-4-3-2-1 aCome On Rahiem Come And Get Some
Yes Yes Y'all, Ya Don't Stop, Come On, Come On, Huh
I Wanna Hit The Top
I'm A One
cool, when I been friends with you for six years
Plus, plus the crew and we can Google picture proof
Got my phone number too, you coulda called me
But
I feel like goin' buy me a new rolex
I feel this album goin' bring a big royalty check
I feel this nigga mad cuz I fucked his bitch
I feel like
metal
So let the dust settle
Was already bad enough
Y’all getting bodied
By a man with the Midas touch
‘Cause I’m just to slick
The crew sick
Ima spit so
As you smoke like a chimney
My album coming November
That's twenty years of memory
And that's assuming I'ma live that long
If I don't
Don't cry 'cause I
Bro (Bro)
The NEON iCON album, are you serious?
It finally came out today
Are you serious bro? (What? What?)
Bro, crank the windows down, I'm about
A million miles a minute, the second I'm in it yeah I be pacing
Bitch I'm back again
Been here since way back when, now let that shit begin
This album 2 but
don't hit me up first, man
Ya'll must got me confuse I take niggaz by two I break niggaz in two, man
Ya'll fake niggaz is thru I hear ya album is poo
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's malik my hobby's putting
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
yo (jump) yo (jump)
(first family) for the two (oh) oh (oh)
Follow instructions! crews, listen!
Who, is it? move (bounce!)
First family move
and the crew, y'all niggas come home
Word up, the new album goin' be the shit baby
Ain't no doubt about it, E Pluribus Unum
Out of many one, The G.O.A.T.,
echoed through the crowd
Six punks hit, two punks died
All causalities was applied to their side
Human lives has to pass just for talking much trash
We
'til you seen with a rocket
Pull up, lookin real clean in the drop and (nigga)
I ain't hit the bing or cot since
Dawg, tell your whole team ya cannot win
verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimney
My album comin' November, that's twenty years of memory
And that's assumin' I'ma live that long
If I don't,
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
put in production
Studio smoky now, hard like David Ruffin
Hit a spliff through a séance
And I, play on playa
Finest females I spit game on, I
the an interview?
You should know by now I really do this shit, then hit the swimmin' pool
Then get my girl nakey up inside the inner tube
But what's the rap game
a comeback like I'm Tony Parker
Call my assistant I need me cover
My album be fire
Ill still drop another one
You mimick my style
You got nothing on none of us
ready to climb on a ladder you tryna get clean out the gutter
I'm ready to stack and I don't care who it's with it don't matter the color
Don't gotta be
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
love, with your ho.
Lesson 2 tells you to do only one thing,
Act cool.
Lesson 3,
Don't be a trick. If she's poor, if she's rich,
If your game is soft
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