Lyrics:
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,
chance
For them they die
All funded by consumer airs
There's many alternatives to pointless experiments
Their pain is never ending
The unjust suffering
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
Your d-d-d-d-d-d-d-dirty air
I'm angry and confined
You need to bear in mind
My traction is unstabilised
By carbon oversensitised
On your tails I will
the streets
Death's in the air, I can taste it through the heat
My partner's goin' fast I don't think he's gonna last
And if he don't, I'ma hit his wife with
Wake up now, this is the time you've waited for
Far below, where shadows fester as they grow
An army thousands strong, obsessed by right
but I just supply it now
y'all used to talk, but you're all quiet now
You know what it is that really makes it scrape it
Have a lot of cars,
J to a are-you-l-e
Niggas can't be seriously fuckin' wit me.
What you holla 'bout
We can hit up an alley and air out
Bullets exit the barrel,
part
Walking mistake
But just know I got a good heart
My only motive is supply & demand
I'm tell my ppl you gotta get it how you can
I live by it
Not
the streets
Death's in the air, I can taste it through the heat
My partner's goin' fast I don't think he's gonna last
And if he don't, I'ma hit his wife with
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
can be strong when my power unravels
I still come to you for a lift.
(Chorus)
Verse 2
I know I can fly when my plane hits the sky
I believe
and the white that she supply
Yeah I swear to god
Hot bitches do blow and
The dealer always hits on the girls that he knows
Now I'm moving in silent making
loud)
P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight (yeah)
So when you hear somethin' make sure you hear
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album
[Verse 1]
My, first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would
to mother, look at it from a thug point of view
When the kids need clothes, what a thug gon do?
Hit the streets and hustle, pick up the heat and bust you
medallions
(we gon bounce and floss until the wheels fall off
Chest plates hit with gauges, sawed off, hauled off
Blast wit somethin and I breaks all
times, please your amateur night is show time
It's one life to live so live it the best you can, the world could use one less man
Not enough air, not
still want to know when the album coming out
Ask the teenagers, OG's and Ask the kids
What they definition of Classic is
Timeless, cause age don't
for each man (Damn)
Then I scrapped that, 2 albums are now shelved
A personal hell completely composed by myself (Mmm)
But this one's workin', dropped
Then I gotta burn in order to reach
My niggaz
Everyday we live and learn, take it step-by-step
We create our own path until there's no life left
I
rank and I'm still in the field
The shit that I rap 'bout, it might get me killed
You rap what you hear and I rap what I live (ooh)
I'm fuckin' with
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