Lyrics:
glamorous like Phat Farm fashion
Simmons name sinamous wit this cash
It's our passion... what!?
[Run]
Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it ain't rap
rehearse, that's my word
Thick in the game, D's knew my first name
Should I quit? Shit no, even though they had me scared
Yo, they got a eight, I got a TEC
hustler
(Yo Check this out )
Rap is my new hustle and, am killing it,
I got a soul of a hustler u can't stop me
The game Changed but, my mindset still
to smoke to the face
Ya still hate nigga.
[Chorus]
'cause I'm that nigga you Love 2 Hate
Tell yo bitch it's that nigga you Love 2 Hate
Smoke-A-Lot,
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
mich auf ewig das letzte Wort sein
Rate, wessen zweites Album in den Stores ist
Only German rap, bitch, on the Forbes-List
Bitches
a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet
Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap
And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch shut yo' trap
Come
Part III, Gotti Gambino
And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace
[Chorus]
Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips
You seein clips
nigga think he on my level he get tore apart
Cuties, HPs, nigga whole thangs
I got 50 million stories in dis dope game
Ex pills nigga defense, nigga
through in the key and let the engine spark
Yo I love the rap game, hate the buiness part
An give a hood nigga a chance, that's what they won't do
Cause I
or fries
2 miles and some hoops keep youth alive
Talking youth y'all pups get euthanized
Dope grooves slick talk now the booths a fire
In the crevice
on airplanes like B.o.B
Canibus, Wu-Tang, you know our history but hats off
When we rap this Jack Frost we outline the track chalk
Thank God for the one-two
2:
They say da rap game like da dope game
I already had a car tell
talkin to my fam on da burned cell
short wit da money we give em hell
every
emcees
Mister don’t-give-an-f-still-won’t leave
Have you ever seen the game without
Me? That’s like a facelift
Yo, I want you to doubt me
I’m gonna leave
sweet
Holy smokes my friends are really dope
[Verse 2: Super Smack]
Would you like to know a secret?
Come closer my child
I admit I get envious every
or a couple and
Produce and then rap even mix my own stuff dude
Man the games in trouble yo i'll bet double
I shake the game and rumble dont like it fuck you
Just two dope boys to the end
Two dope boys to the end
Yo I’m feeling it I live in the shade
The wind like a wave
Your bitch say the words that I spit
wake up everyday with my game face on
[Verse 2: Chuck D]
Break harder than ever, follow my lead
Through the fast lane in the game, they follow my
Metallica shit
Yeah, Ozzy, shout out to Ozzy
Yo, ay yo
Wallows is crisp the duffle bag got a straight mill
Black Gotti dice I'm often the grill
Party
I'm 300, million
One more shot, free Meech nigga
Rap game in a chokehold like
Go to sleep nigga started from the bottom
Now we here motherfucker
We some
'em
Let me ask you ask a question,
You could take the game of rap and rule it alone
Demonstrate many styles on the microphone
Build an empire like
and tha envy in yo eyes
Now call me a lie
While you five stand by I stand by tha captain
Hoe play now did somebody page Samson
I stay cheefin' higha
(Jody Mack!)
My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up?
Blackchild what up?
I'd like to welcome all my niggas
To the world famous Murda Inc. Show
Big shout
fashion
Simmons name sinamous wit this cash
It's our passion... what!?
[Run]
Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it ain't rap no more
Call it Simmons
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