Lyrics:
It's on
Where they at, where they at, where they at
I sold tapes every day me and Freddy be
Been famous since 1983
Give me ten dollars, and you
vždy zobral z ovládača
Vyšla reč naša mal asi tak sedem rokov
Aj keď nepochopil žiadny text vedel už do dvoch týždnov
Album naspamäť aj napriek tomu že
the way to live and behave and coexist[01:45.07]But most forget the "co" part[01:46.92]I sit back and listen to first albums like So Hard by Lil
featuring Fiend Mystikal
Chorus: Master P (repeat 2X)
Here we go Here we go Here we go (BE BOUT YO BUSINESS)
From the south to the west
[Chorus: x2]
She got some micros, she got a weave wrap
She got it locked up I can smell the beeswax
Now let me pull ya hair(pull ya hair) 3X
[Verse
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
feat. Animal, Trav
I'm a hustler, not by choice (1x)
[AZ]
I didn't fall from heaven, I rose from hell
Bigboy, get bagged, he gon' hold my
a Corvette
Watch your boy blow up in front
Of your eyes: war vet
Give the fans nuttin' but fire
Now they want more of it
E'rybody want my album
It ain't in
managers
I sit by the phone but I haven't heard
Two spots and ten thousand challengers
And I know that money's for managers
But goddamit, art is for amateurs
all a masterpiece
Since then Nic, never gave up
He be making new songs, ep's Even albums
All by himself and that's the thing he Loves
Staying
gen rap pou devorem
Cliowen Prototype nou ta dwe ap bat pou’n pote kolye’m nigga
Difisil pou wè’m
M’kanpe an atis ak fozi yo
Tout track mwen pou album
Yo
So this one goes out to my younger days
10 years old behold ur first fade
But worry not cuz that person is your brother
Time will prove
girl crazy she fuck without sheets
Ice on my fingers ima turn up the heat
Lights off its horror night now it creepy
Three albums worth my evil cuisine
album I copped
The Jungle Brothers Done by the forces of nature'
check out the cover
Afrocentric brothers just as dark as me
Hip Hop a guiding force
the end of break time
That sums up the life of me, start of year 10
Cause that kid left at Christmas, I was left with my friends
Who would never ever get my
zastrzel
Zagrzeb wszystkie swe kłopoty
Zadbaj by ten moment nie okazał się ulotny
Motyw działania zgodny zawsze z własnym sumieniem
Antidotum na wkurwienie
zmysłów pora by już zmienić ten kurs
Wziąć sprawy w swoje ręce
Bo dużo czasu nam zajęło aby dotrzeć właśnie w to miejsce
Chcecie więcej tych przykładów
skurwielom wiesza się serwer
I znów namieszam mam werwę zrobiłem przerwę na chwilę
Byś rozkoszował się nad stylami stylem
Kończy Cię mamić pieniądzem pokusą
na stronę
Skurwielom wiesza się serwer
I znów namieszam mam werwę
Zrobiłem przerwę na chwilę
Byś rozkoszował się nad stylami stylem
Kończy Cię mamić
Yeah, this is what's happening right here
Go to MySpace, slash Little J X
Check him out, y'all
This the official mixtape before the album
It's
to get my weight up (X2)
Hol' on, I'm just tryin' to get my weight up
Big Homies drivin' by, tellin' me to stay up
How the fuck I'm supposed to stay up?
It's the return, East Atlanta, Santa!
Off the wall, off the chain
Off the top, I'm off the leash
So many freaks coming by the spot
Had to move,
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
[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
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