Lyrics:
at desi rappers
they be faking like they Grammy nominee we all can see through that facade
Prasad to all the desi rap industry bleeds of rap like sheep it’s
three days in that ol Mexican jail
The boys of summer disappeared that fall
As the years flew by we grew up after all
Real life is running
was impressed by money, I wouldn't be trying to make a career in musical comedy
If, despite all his bragging about his bank account
He still tips
angels broke cages
They seen animals, we made stages
Became famous by freein' the world of their own danger
Prison mentalities, we're all hanging from
Yeah, I'm just a hustler on the go
Out here get my propers, don't ya know?
I'm livin' kind of comfortable, large mail and all, yeah
And a jealous
my first album going hard on diss last one diss last one made diss album in 7 days in my home studio blessed by God to be on diss ride i rode da wave
I took a hit, took a tumble
Took a long time out
One pin falls upon another
Then it all goes south
But I don't want you to worry
I've been getting by
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
These kids just
Don't give a shit 'bout lyrics
All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it
Long as they can go to
The club and get blitzed
Pick up some
a lame I'm out here chasing glory
Glorious times immortalized by these glorious rhymes
The notorious mind
The story goes on and on and on
Glorious times
the South Bronx cats from all over
Would rap for the Son
Back then crews sound like the Wu
And to me it was new
Even these 2 dudes from Hazakim
They were
more goes
I gotta know, I gotta know
So I won't create a bond
I see the labels putting out a dead man's album
Some do it for the money or cause they
as the South Park Zone
Talkin' shit ain't into clickin' take your punk ass home
'Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll chuck
Hit you in the chest with
ANDRE 3000: Hello, well good evening ladies and gentlemen
What we like to do right here
Well first of all, let me let you know who I am
Well, I
as the South Park Zone
Talkin' shit ain't into clickin' take your punk ass home
'Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll chuck
Hit you in the chest with
Since the dawn of time, women have been
Through it all
Humiliation, discrimination, oppression
Assault, abuse
The list goes on and on
But, we're
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
want more than their equal
Tryin not to get caught up in the evil this goes out to all my hustling people
Just do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it
know or establish where
They were coming from reporter:
Police say it all started in South
Jamaica about two and a half
Miles away From the shooting
ashes to ashes all fall down.
Now watch as the ball revolves and the nighttime calls
And again the hunt begins and again the bloodwind calls
By
, handle your B.I.
Dirty South y'all, handle B.I.
Up top y'all, handle your B.I.
Now make way for a sister little feisty foul mouth
Say what's that all
that you seen it all
Like I'm out of nowhere and beating all
Chain chongs nigga ass black bean in all
You know the word bitch sing along the shit goes
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