Lyrics:
cria do morro
Jesus 20, no álbum AmarElo
Pique o Emicida, no ano novo, vesti amarelo
Mano, eu sou tão sincero
Carrego esses sincelo'
Fazendo uma track
home
I'm headed downtown 'cause I'm workin'
On this lil' mixtape
No fillers, no throwaway songs
Hopin' that this shit just go
Sadly for me, this shit
that I wanna see
I had them there standing right next to me
Blockbuster store baby Saturday night
Get in line oh
Playing tapes on my Hi-Fi
There were no
time
No sleeping til I cross the line, I'm running
Cause I gotta pack them shows
And Dre told me ain't no coming back from gold
So I gotta get my album
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
mixtape really out here going-
Man its not a mixtape what is you talking bout
Its more of an album
But this one song goin crazy
I tried to shut them all out
violated the squad
Forget the albums
Forget the mixtapes in the shop
Real Gs don't procrastinate on the job yeah
I got a black ski mask, but I don’t ski
But
the album dropped
White Lexus before I had a deal
Ask Bun B about me
This ain't no snap back, a nigga been trill
By the way, fuck your math
You ain't
left your barrel
And I don't even carry guns no more, I don't got to
Got undercover cops that'll legally pop you
And I done seen a lot of people
me Royce Da 5'9" no mo'
Call me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the city wanna kill me (*gun shooting sounds*)
I'm Malcolm X now hahahahaha, we gon' see
rap seven years, no ransom
Can't one nigga get it back no rap
Young Hov's goin' to Canton, I'm now eligible
Point out the bounce, and show you how
of duckin' one time
I told my nigga give me a price, he said love
They gon' be gone by the night like they Suge
We need a bride for this Glock 'cause we
memory
In a tear that I will leave behind me
Cause I'm as real as I wanna be
Taken from "real as I wanna be"-album leaflet by sunny
Yo, yo Pi'erre you wanna come out here?
Metro!
I love you
I don't want you
I don't know what's next, yeah
I don't want my ex, no
Break up
of sex crimes, committed by Buster Rhymes
Now I'm in a police car, in a red bra, with my balls in a jam jar
So I'm telling P.C Riley, what they did to me,
are open , I hear you calling me
I hear you calling me..
I hear you calling me..
Ohh......
From the album "Gravity's Rainbow"
Written by: N.
see, monkey do
I'm comin' with black gloves to snub his old chunky, too
African gold dentals, iced out medals
I seen niggas get murked by the heels
And, oh no, it's not violent when under the Christmas tree there's a look-alike gun
But, yes, of course it's violent to have an album like KRS-One
By
to the lyrics
Eminem all that shit
Every Eminem song on the album I know it off by heart boy
Just kept on listening
His flow his diversity everything man
He got
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
Brownies on the tube
Talking USA around 92
White was the mainstream
Every other color was other brother
No need to be subtle
Except Hip Hop RnB Reggae album
I'd like to thank you all for purchasing the new Obie Trice album
It's well appreciated
I'd like to thank you all for copping my classic Cheers
The weekend's almost done, the moon is low in the sky
I feel like going out before the night passes by
I won't just sit around when life becomes
it up if you wanna
Doctor resuscitating to wake you up from a coma (Clear!)
Same channel no it sure can't be I'm so HD and you just so ain't me
Album
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