Lyrics:
scene
I got my feet playin' on the ground for you cowards huh!
Oh, yeah, y'all ain't ready for the war?!
Bounty! I'm a check you in Jamaica, I be in
rich, so I'm droppin' this album, I walk in the room and Lil Murda be crowded
By bitches and phonies and goofies and stolies, I know what I'm doin', get
night
Verse One, Jay-Z:
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
bombing around on the streets with the rest of the kids
No job no boss no bills and no divide
Only mates ready to bleed by your side
Looking at the papers
my album was coconuts so they rewound it
I knew they was hypnoholics by how their voices sounded
I pull a silver can out of my trousers
Paid
[Krizz Kaliko - Hook]
Dont you pity me no mo just pray for me
That this'll be the last sad song I have to sing
And only time will tell if you stand
Come on y'all I'm bringing everyone
Girl the party really starts at one
Girl don't be selfish
It's just me and you
Let's get married by Elvis
It's
hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass whooped by B2K
I
given me to make this album
This album was not done just by me, you've helped me create this form art by
Making me realize new ideas and remembering all
make me cum
Put a price on my head won't make me run
Try to kill me but it can't be done
Cause my words gon' live forever
You put two and two together
To a funky beat to make you have a ball and
Jump, make you move your rump on the floor and like pump
C'mon don't be a chump, I see four and maybe five
will be gone
2-1 feel like Obi-Wan
And this Tatooine, got too many sons
I got quarters, dimes, nickels, pennies, ones
Changing flows, I got millions
the wall
But I'm ready, never fall
They call this hip hop
[B.O.B.:]
It's the game that pays me
But somehow lately the game's been crazy
Ya I'm an 80's baby
it and quit it, I never learn
Their names are easy to forget
Next week at the bar, ready to do it again
They said every album gotta have it
I didn't
But please don't become just a hater king
I'm just challenging you to do greater things
Mixtape sound like an album so the album must be a greatest
to be the tippy. Guessing this is my ready...
Set go. Elephant turd. I'm dropping heavy
Really I hit the stage and disperse in to a zone
cnd rock
time’ll have me flat by the life line
So I’m like fine
Got a bottle of the white wine
Coming live from the middle of the night time
Full cup but I find it
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
the system kill me?
If I drop this album and it sells
And the next one don't top it, will it be considered a failure?
If I had to drop outta the limelight
Hey guys
Let me start by apologizing to you
For the way everything went down
On Saturday i had a statement typed
Ready to post to you
Guys but
the hypnytis down
It's characterized by a certain type of lifestyle
People that treated you foul just want to be nice now
Smile and raise their eyebrows when
em', but there's a price on our heads
We wanna double the figures
Greatest alive? Yeah I figured
Bitches we coming, no fingers
Next album gonna be bigger
the faces of those
Who had never got ready for me to explode their heads and rip'em apart!
It was written by me and I will write it again
And still I'm in
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