Lyrics:
bubbles on the double
Destroyin these fools who want to give me trouble
Ball with stuffle
Six feet women be lovin it
Brothers be thinkin o'
at a time
To save another brother whose life on the line
A big shot to claim some rocks and shine
Signs of a soul gone solo
Robbed blind
A very small
the fly dope system inside
But my shit cranks too and we've got mad tapes
Of all the underground groups with the lyrics and bass
Off into the New York
much fan mail and I always respond
So tell your hon to write me too
Make sure she puts attention mr. Guru
Brothers know the flow is unique
I got 100
got me
inhalin the aroma of your perfume, and feelin heated
I move closer to drop the lines of my introduction
Hold out my hand, and grab yo'
Okay, settle, settle, settle, settle, ladies and gentlemen, settle down
Okay, so, this next brother we're gonna bring up to the stage
Usually does
to the hoes I can pull
Girls be sweatin' me like I'm'a bandana
My lyrics so gangsta the police keep them on the radar scanner
But I be tight like the Titanic
from the demo, to the master
Some brothers try to strike, but light the fire of disaster
I'm the chainsaw massacre, brain ball acid dust
Down shift,
(*B-Real sings the chorus on 11 seconds*)
(Intro)
What's up we gonna go down the line baby
Brand new one from the Call O Da Wild
Give big shouts
to make them brothers act fool
Hands on the steel, flip you heads over heel *sniff*
Smell the daffodils from the lyric overkill *sniff*
Feelin like
the fly dope system inside
But my shit cranks too and we've got mad tapes
Of all the underground groups with the lyrics and bass
Off into the New York
quick to take it over
Nine on my niggas, count all my figures
Money on the street went entertainment
Nowadays brothers are getting paid doing nothing
don't know about grinding my dog
I put my life in my art
My life on the line for my marge
Real rap, she put life in my heart
I give nothing less
If
mixed in with the sons of cleaners
Newly conscious of our penises but not our limits
All of us rocked the Wu Tang
Nobody got the lyrics
Very accomplished
featuring Brother J and Sluggy Ranks
[Sluggy Ranks]
We don't want no weapons
No weapons!
Don't need no ammunition
No
you gonna make a change when you hardly making sense
Only lines upon a page, when a brother need to vent
Ain’t no space for a brother in a time like
of brothers who struggle
Breed's, T's, I's, you's, see's, Four Corner Hustlers
Black souls, magic kings and if gats could sing
My lyrics squeeze desert ease
what I'm into
So chill while I instill that we all must fulfill
The proper mission for us and yo this is a must
It's usually lines of my rhymes I
I'm your Testarosa. First gear
Watch me go, keep 'em in fear
Rumble, young man rumble
Brother won't fumble, muthafukas just crumble
Gaskets
Yeah
Now in my lyrics, I kick this shit that the critics debate to
But I still create the shit that the brothers relate to
'Cause it's simple, but
(Staying alive, fuck all the pride)
Can't ignore all the hurt and the pain inside
But still keep working they survive
Okay a brother been staying
where can I get a fucking line
Proceed to OD all they feelings be just upset
Probationary bout to take a fucking drug test
Reminiscing back then when
To build all them young minds
Some of us get ghetto at the wrong damn time
Album what? we just makin one at a time
To save another brother whose life
But that shit was a miss ha
NME still at top of the hit list
We still winning
While they steal lyrics
My pockets Fat Joe
I lean wit it
Heavy money
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