Lyrics:
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
'86
Let me give an example of some ol' MURS shit
My sect of mid-city is livin' on the edge
'cause there's four gangs at war and none of them wear red
only question, uh
Usher Raymond IV, Confessions
Ferra let me come through and hit when I was alone and stressin'
Yeah, 'cause when this music shit
be the dude walking around with the beer goggles
We surrounded by miles and it looks like 4th of July
When they bring them bottles
One shot
Two
late again
Then at breakneck speed he'd drive
To sign the station on at five
He had lots of records he must spin
His mom sits by the radio
Until his
look astonished
I had to remind you of what I've accomplished
My scenario, four-door stereo
Up-bein' beat, zero is the ratio
Cut-Creator, LL Cool J
Say
cdapt, the environment untapped,
crcheologists tracking to discover artifacts,
Perhaps, by using new maps we interact,
With history, every lesson
ending up
With even less
Than I had
Record company
Is dealing me something sad
How do you expect
A man to sit
And wait with three kids
For you
though, I know
Niggas 'round here we still live by code
Play this record if they kill me, yes the 5-0
I'ma always be a real nigga that's by law
See
hard
When I'm in New York,I bill with the Gods
So don't try to deny me my proper juice
E.cuts the records and the yellow nigger gets loose
No static,just
to the store
On the early mornin' tip some time 'round four
I was standing by the magazines readin' a Maxim
When I heard a familiar voice to the the counter dude
of air
And the element of water
These are the four elements
Originally, this project was supposed to be one big ass project together
But, because I was
new drip
Pop out with the gang
And shoot a lil movie
But we toting full clips
They say they 4L and they out in the streets man these niggas aint sold
know when your moms ain't safe to walk through the streets
My nigga plays 4 keeps
And thats on the beach
2pac rest in peace
Snoop: and thats a cold fact
to paint my LP's as mistakes
Tell me how you judge the greatest by
How many records are sold
I've got no regrets for the records I make
How can I disown my
To the gig at Che Stadium two years later
Every record in the Top Forty on both sides of the Atlantic
is written by Lennon McCartney
And finally they get into
Dennis playing by himself, man
Five, four, three, two, one
Dennis playing by himself, man
Five, four, three, two, one
playing by himself, man
Five, four, three, two, one
the Midwest blunted
Pitchforks held high, four fifth by the stomach
You can find me right now, on the C.A. streets
I'm on the roof, of the building, shooting
gave you
Even Meek Mill's gettin' jerked by his record label
T.I. tryin' to become a comedian
Whoever told him he was funny was fuckin' misleadin' him
im steping like i own the whole floor
I made a first step ill do a2nd a3rd a 4th a5th a6th
And to infinity just to show that im not stopping
First
losin' my focus
I´m makin' money moves mandatory
In a discussion my past records tell a story
Picture niggaz we rushin' and still bustin'
Til
abuse it
Too many mc's, just emcee
So their longevity, is based on an uncle tom
At the record company
Lesson four sell your image, never sell a record
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