Lyrics:
Wanna go four for four
Buy a four by four
With an all-black matte
And a sunroof
You ain't seen nothing yet
Imma keep saying this
Til my legacy runs
an album, get classes
(Chorus)
(Prodigy)
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B
B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns
I'm flicking my wrist
Hit the block, slip and slide
I'm dripping my fit
Get the guap, check the time
Call me by 6
Purple corvette, blue lights, black
car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been
raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks.
So in a battle I be stabbin',choppin' M-C'ss like trees,
Piece-by-piece buildin' cabins.
I'm a maniac magician,
Yeah, yeah what y'all wanna do?
What y'all wanna do? C-l, ip, s-e, n-e-r-d
What y'all wanna do?
My coke money's in cleaners
Give it a fresh rinse
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
(Blicky to blicky to blicky to blicky)
Sellin' packs by the laundromat (laundromat)
Once I get up out the hood, I ain't comin' back (never)
But I
know I'm harder than granite!
These rappers heard I'm droppin'
So they push back their releases
Drop a diamond album by myself
Don't need no features
laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's
and get man handled
By Slim, E.S.G., OG Ron see fix your damn channel
If you think we all right thurr, and speaking with bad grammar
I know Bun be , Lil'
else)
Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
(Self, self, self, self)
'Til about two AM And I call back and I
VapoRubs mom's got my Nyquizzle
I was just a scrub now
It's all about the bizzles
Trying to make a buck slinging
Weed and E pizzles
My nigga hit me up,
when we hit Saks, uh
I'm finna go catch a play, I'm comin' back, uh
Niggas keep dyin' out here every day, I can't relax, uh, uh
I get my Bubba plates
Good evening, and welcome to eazy's playhouse
You stupid muthafucka
Now that you got the album
What the fuck are you gonna do with it
Bitch
and shove it up your ass
Followed by the "oohs" and "aaahs"
Your foolish pride gonna fuck around and put you on the loosin' side
Who got bodied?
Nigga, you
the head rests his t.v's dwell
They heard how many albums I presses for retail
And they can't get a dime unless it's a weed sale
And lets be real, catch
They'll always hit you
And hurt you
Defend and attack
There's only one way to beat them
Get 'round the back
Catch me if you can
'Cause I'm Jamaican man
of the bando
Definitely, I don’t even copy ninguem i’m just
fighting to hit by Myself
To Rule the world, rolling Like a Skrt with my All
DR3AMERS to be
lanes and double the weight to keep sane
An the vault right, so expect a song every week
2 albums , 3 E.P's , 4 hundred songs deep
Got genres, go an check
hydrocodone
Catch me in the morning, caught up in the moment
On the corner with some youngins that be styrofoamin, turn up,
I'm advanced with the burn up
25 L's
out to all the motherfuckin'
Fans that downloaded this album
You know what I'm sayingShouts out
To all the Schema fans k-R double-E-P
I do this shit for
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
So many hits, I could have my own NOW! comp
Pen a triple album full of all my children
No difference from Kidz Bop, book 'em in the Hilton
Got
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