Lyrics:
[Elzhi]
[Elzhi]
The Moment of truth, from the flow in the booth
Is it a classic to blow through the roof
Just ask 'n let me show you the proof
We
[Chorus: x8]
This a trap
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap (trap muzik)
Welcome back to the trap
Niggas back in the trap
to waste
Ah right about now I'm gonna reminisce
Of how a fly MC became a rap-ologist
Around the time when Chubby Checker, invented "The Twist"
I used
Many people had the nerve to think we would end the trend
With Criminal Minded, an album which is only ten
Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit
across the nation
Funk Nation that is
That supported the album
My man Busta Rhymes
My man Grand Puba, check it
Ugh, yeah, Hit Dre in the house
My man
Man, take another hit breathe out
In a zone blowing smoke out a glass teapot
I?m chillin at home on some solo shit
I love piece and when its quiet, I
In today's music news, the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli
Music insiders are running wild
don't test you with the dick out
And me and Menace chilling on
Hit Dewright street in Dekalb county
High speed chase got arrested
Hop on 285, James Bond
try and tell them, we're all in this together
My album was raw, because no one would ever
Think like I think, or do what I do
I stole the show, then
get to wear my cape
reciting the fray while smoking a jay
how you in designer with the trashiest taste
i won't rock an album less it's printed on tape
debt for that degree
In depth intelligence
Light bars on this track
I like cars that go fast
Where's the hook? Aye yo spit that
Goteem Goteem Goteem by
Right under em' Vicky clothes
Hit mail roles and shail toles
And wife beatas, get Nike whifee
She in love with addidas
Ma, I'm in love with Anina
Chuck
[Too $hort]
Album number 12
Short Dogg still in the house
I ain't going back into retirement
Life is
Anything is possible try hard
It ain't
dead
Straight from high street, raised by the o.g.'s
Never slanged keys, but quick to drop them be's
Put 'em in the trunk and that ain't no front
'Cause
on my dog
We the truth by far
Young GOAT, way 'fore Earl Manigault in that park
Now it's prime only 'fore you hit that heart
I built a penthouse in
floss mode
The life of a boss player
Fuck what you thought though
My enemies deceased
Die like a bitch
When my album hit the streets
Niggas can't
start off soft,I can turn it to hard,
Then hit the boulevard in a drop top with a broad,
I walk the green import and push fast cars,
With a fetish for
hit your girl
Then this is my apology
Cause suckers that be tripping
About these bitches tryna body me
I'm about to go rope around my arm
Needle in it
super fly
Uh, I don't need no cake
Coming in high just to beat yo grace
Wait, everybody sound so reckless
King me, these niggas playin checkers
Me?
Pressure shit kinda got us reacquainted
I'm happy you could join me in this universe I painted
Such a beautiful feeling, I really can't explain it
I hit
back
Because the teacher that you see is not wack
I'd like to stack up all the hits that I've made
Three albums, a triple-layer cake
trip, it be the niggas
The niggas that live by the code of blood honor
My Flipmode niggas
Spliff bring you that shit to another extreme
Her to hit you
and a half
Before I left I stopped by to see my nigga 21 in the studio
He had two of his kids with him right in the studio, that's when I knew
You a stand
got measles, shit
I fucked up the bank, bought a rose gold shank, yeah
No realer than this
Dunk with the assist, we hit us a lick (lick)
Slime in
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