Lyrics:
gonan bow down to some punk ass niggaz
We from the evil side, boy
[Chorus: B-Real (Shag)]
Doughboy (Killa), Wack 10 (Killa)
Doughboy (Killa), Wack 10
rapping is ass
Shit I don't need a courteous pass To be that rash
I never thought the USA could BE this mad
Judging by the people that they're putting up
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you're
the lobby floor
I sign by the X, and get them O's
Tha-that's a kiss
People that just don't give a fuck
Tha-tha-tha-that's my niche, woo
My niggas rolling
could be on sight before a nigga even see you
That's ride by, dash off and we laugh
I changed up for the future, my mask was off in the past
I heard
(Shee)
Samurai who know the truth (Huh)
Samurai Stay by tha booth (Yup)
Better watch we in pursuit (Brr)
Samurai be on tha loose (Woah)
Ask ya family for
Welcome to Rap Opera, the mind of a guy that is not pop enough
Fuck Wagner the times too tough to be pessimistic so his time is up
I today waver
Now what's this I hear? I was told to beware
I'm the inspired, dissed by nigga I admired
Hell no, this can't be
Now who the fuck is this
I hear
This rap shit crack
I'm just serving the fiends
My crew stay ready for war
I gotta gang of Marines
I'm reigning supreme
Plus I got Tha God on my team
from this cray cray chick
Weed and shrooms afternoon, that's a hay day trip
We don't take, they give
Cause they know alternative have turning in
Side
You the shit say it! You
Don't have to be humble
Be like Ray J "I'm tired of being humble"
I'm not a cocky person by nature
Scaff, be cocky for her!
Ooooooooooooo....killa [x2]
If you're down to glide and slide on the Clair, then let's ride
Tony Tone roll with Bone on the dark side
But when
to be number two
five albums that's what im gunna do, five albums then im done then im through
the enemies-ahhh bite the dust this is all before the hype,
your rap
I'm out here, gettin hoes livin fat
While you at home, gettin sweated by your mamma
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't
from 1992
First one in a series, look out for volume two
No Alternative for me, no more rock for you
So we stop by the store, and we buy a couple more
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
Humble Beginnings
Out here trynna be making a killing
Eating and sleeping and breathing the rap game from the beginning
Out here trynna be making
that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics, dreamy eyes"
But my f- mouth was nightmareish
the day I came out, I was like, "Merits?
Fuck that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics,
or a fuckin' degree
Still clockin' "g"s from what you learned on tha streets
Then you might be
Gang related! (ain't nothin' wrong)
[Chorus x2]
You might
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
til it's humbling
Think you grounded and get punished
This the second time Slay needed my two
Cents to keep it a hundred
How you want it? Fake and be
Never thought I would rap I can sing a lil bit
Suppressor on tha chop let det bih hold a tune
Fuck all tha opps Ian sending no diss
Put li twin
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