Lyrics:
me, the whole pop world, you know
This is a phat beat, by the way
And I'm talkin' P-H phat
Thank you to, uh, DJ Lethal for this phat beat
Did you
niggers with me on a,
So I recommend your fagot ass to walk by, we movin' money
Touch the sky the, the more about the might dollar
Let's keep it real, ya
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
lobotomy reigns/rains, rapids
That trap gets full, by J and El evasion tactics
Our equations infinite, punks distortin random access
Havin half
nobody gon' buy you like
That P-Miller clothing line
Or an album from No Limit
This is no gimmick
When I spit it's so prolific
I ain't worried about these
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are running wild
The blind stares
Of a million pairs of eyes
Lookin' hard but won't realize
That they will never see
The P
(You must be goin' blind)
Give me
The blind stares
Of a million pairs of eyes
Lookin' hard but won't realize
That they will never see
The P
(You must be goin' blind)
Give me
tires with the platinum Daytons
I'm not that B-G popping all that junk
About "I'll fuck you up," he sound like a punk
I been there and done that, no
L'album va faire un effet d'poulyroc dans la face
the homie cuttin'
Records like a villain
So buy the album cause we're
Gonna make a killin' and I'ma carry a nation
Fade in to Perfection gets a standing
you a loudmouth, trying to wild out
And we see just how you laying and we peeped yo' style out
(You a punk) When you chilling out in front of your
mouth
Trying to wild out
And we see just how you laying
And we peep your style out
(You a punk)
When you chilling out in front of your truck
And get stuck
sticks
Punk-ass nigga, I'll beat you with a hockey stick
The nigga Hov gave you the game, you ain't soak it
You was s'posed to throw up the Roc, not
And when you let me rip I'm goin in with a helmet
That's why your little brother wants to be like me
I'm surrounded by the trueness that suckers fail
I'm givin' it to you old school style, no album cover gimmicks,
No intros, no shout outs, nothin' but straight lyrics,
If you in your car buckle
français et j'suis pas calé
De jalousie, crève
L'album est énervé gros la rue va se régaler
On joue à Rolland K-Sos, que des 6-0
Et sans forcer
Vitry
z môjho publika tvorá deti
Hned na začátku by som vás chcel upozornit že som faker a na svoje si tu dojde každý hejter
Nevím sa trafit na beat a mám
R.I.P. to that shit before 20-10, changing day in, day out, all again
Far from the former wires, some of the mental, now you're gone, like the vibes
J'peux pas t'laisser sans être sûr qu't'aies totalement compris man
J'peux pas t'laisser écouter cet album puis t'voir encore au même stade bro
skittles
The album Z-Ro up in this game, punk I'm not a beginner
I'm a veteran, exceteran ain't stopping a head rush
When I'm letting my lead bust, you
Som rozbitý jak Tibor Kuna desať nula
Desať nula nula mmm brate pušil si kurac
Tá kunda zobe z tácky Váš Sunar
Kunda tej kundy je niečo jak kura
Baste,
Voilà je fais une petite mixtape
Et j’aimerais bien que vous posiez
Y a déjà du monde
Ça va être une bombe
Au fait c’est Dabazz
Qui m’a filé ton
the sermon preacher
Burning MC's most wanted by Herman Kefa
You tried to get a squad, they was like oh no
Leavin you brain dead, hittin trees with Sonny Bono
I
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