Lyrics:
Yo, yeah, dat way
I mean, you know this not a diss record
I don't sneak diss
This just for the record, just facts
Your artists be taking my
Yo, who dat boy? Who him is?
Him that nig-ga, I swear
Stand up guy, him don't need no chair
Well, where the fuck him at?
'Cause nigga, I'm right
And flipped in, than slipped the clip in,
mistakin' the bloody victims
Ever if ya test nuts, to the chest and
[DJ you-Neek]
Buck buck buck blow
Right
raided yo spot
Confiscated yo block
N he didn't get shot
You a hoe nigga
N I remember u do u remember me
8th grade leavin skool
Walkin up (dats wats
Yow yow aaaah out my comfort zone heh merc merc hehheh curian curian
Tmg or die nigga yow
Like a nad kidney man inoperable
Artist life artist life
can't fade me
"for America's most complete artist"
"Quik.." "What kind of name is that for a nigga?"
"for America's mo-mo-mo-mo
most complete
Pulling niggas' cards, giving shooters bonuses
Fuck the rumors, now I'm standing in a room with ya
Face, gut, buck 50, got two pistols
We the knights
P!
Real artists
Fake artists
Hot artists
Wack artists
Hard artists
Soft artists
I'm addressing all artists
I'm a prisoner, a slave to this
under new ownership
Pulling niggas' cards, giving shooters bonuses
Fuck the rumors, now I'm standing in a room with ya
Face, gut, buck 50, got two
Guess who's back
Right about now its time for those notorious thugs
Bizzy, Wish, Krayzie, Layzie
Flesh, and that nigga DJ you-Neek
Mo thug
Baby do your thang
Shawty get loose!
P-h-a-t phat
Baby I ain't even know you can break it down like dat
Dat, dat dat dat dat dat dat
Shawty got
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
Take 'em back Hatch
Take 'em back, take 'em back
In tha rental Jag
I remember nigga
Gettin' plenty ass
Garfield Street
We grew up youngstas
Plagued my soul with the darkness
Used my words like an artist
Walk with time on my left wrist
Played with the board now my head spins
Back of my mind I got
through ya wall
Throw da zip in my draws
Move with dat pack
Brought the trap to the stall
Niggas know
I'm gone ball
Be something great
Every since I could
so raw, and I'm so rich
And you so flawed niggas ain't 'bout shit
I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch
Know that I'm goin' ball every chance I get
Shout out my wrist and neck
Shout out my wrist and neck
I'm a man of respect
Man of respect
And I'm a nigga with a check
Nigga with a check
still insane.
And I'm still hangin' with with Lay.
This nigga Wish Bone he ain't changed.
D.J. U-Neek supplied the beat,
That nigga's still creepin'
lonely at the top, but I don't feel lonely
Got my homies out in Hollywood so I don't feel phony
Ain't another nigga colder, cribs all over
Flash in pan,
just leave a damn taste thinkin' I'm a sucker
Come up out my damn face, nigga, did I stutter?
It's gon' be a sad case if you see my brothers
I can see
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