Lyrics:
gin skan je veux
Tous les voir 6 pieds sous terre
C'est le X. E. N. O. N
Qui te retrouve en enfer
Arigato
Arigato
Arigato
J'ai dit Arigato
Arigato
Who am I ebia you don't know
I am T. D. A. N. S. O
Plerifield music, Let them know
Ne compassion
Ne grace, mercies woa gwen
Ɛnyɛ ɛnoa anka you won't
Bitch
I'm go'n postal
Me an my uso's go'n otho
Invade yer gang wit the bangarang an fuck it all up like I'm Yoko Ono
Porno flow I just spit for grown
half-step, Jay Jay bosst die mad rap
Ingewikkeld als een flat, rijms waartegen jij "u" zegt
Mijn +festatie+ is +Mega+, als in Utrecht
M'n baksteen is
talk'n that bullshit
Dat shit u talk'n bullshit
Mane u on dat bullshit(bullshit)
I'm come'n gangsta mane (gangsta mane) all tha way
100 with it (100 with
GRIND, MY GRIND
2nd VERSE:
G.R. I. N. D. im on my grind
On the path of higher heights
Not the path that leads the blind
On that path to greater things
how to bullshit my way through sixteen bars
And I'm still not following guidelines
Double edged sword when they're swallowing my lines
N. Tropy
Vernon'll meet me when the boat lands
Keys to th M. G. will be in his hands
Adjust to the driving 'n' I'm on my way
It's all on the right side in
b****
And I'm heavy as it get
Shining like a motherf***in' bezel on my wrist
All my n****s mobbing so we heavy in this b****
30 Grand for the Muller
never find it odd that you cannot really even?
Take your breath away, N. Simons, heart stops beating
I been on the Prozac daily, Debbie come back like
to play it for these hoes yeah mollato I don't give a damn it's all up in they skin where I'm getting p. I. N. K oh i got that ak spell that backways it's
Bullet into a gun and then
F. I. N.
Spend my future in a grave
The only one I envision and that's all I wanna say
Whether I'm sober or I'm high
You Know I drag
Skie
Notorious K. I. N. G.
gas in math class
What's my name? V.I. Double N. I. E
Cause I'm humble it's only when I'm behind the mic I be
If you can't hear what I'm saying, then
but when I come to play
My levels on extra hard
F. N.s Splitting chest apart
Chrome attachments, call it megatron
Stop it chump cus when I pop
eighties
Originators since suede timbs and windbreakers
Been getting paper like Rick Baker and Tim Draper
So quit playing like Kid N. Play and Bill Mayer
All the gangsters out that third stop
That mutherfuckin' bullshit don't you
Know you dissin' a U. N. L. V. theme bitch
Cash Money productions comin'
like...
Nicko: I fuckin' fucked-up...n' I stopped, n' it was like "oh, for fuck's sake!" (tapping his foot as if playing drum solo) Come on kids, n' I'm
keine Relevanz
Und quatschen mich doch voll, ich sag' dir: „Yürü git lan!“
Dicka, M. ist der
(Ey) Abi, Abi, Abi, Abi, Abi, Abi
Abi, Abi, Abi, Abi,
I'm back up on the scenery ya bitch you
I'm from the third U. N. L. V. who the hell are you?
Now if you think you can beat me to the draw faw?
Try yo
get up n get it
Uh
Gotta get up n get it
Uh
Gotta get up n get it
Skrrrr
Know I'm all about my bankrolls
Bankrolls
Gotta get up n get it
Know I'm all
sicker
N****s slangin' flickers
I'm in the projects ballin' with my n****s
I'm hustlin' quarters and thirty sacks
N****s ain't f***in' with dirty
already know that I am a king, To the K. To the I. N. G.
Stop running your mouth your a liar, how come your pants ain't on fire
I always spit that fuego
N. L. F, it's nothing like Family Ian giving up
Them cold night I remember when Ian have enough
No food up in my house, them racks I had to stack it up
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