Lyrics:
people and twerkers
I present to you
Fre-fre-f-fre-fresh
Fre-fre-f-fresh
Fre-fre-f-fre-fresh
Fre-fre-f-fr
Young ladies
Put ya hands on ya knees
but her little girl had nothing
She would con people, everybody not some people
Steal your birthday, your social and have you wanted by the folk
Got
underrated, on this album
I'ma show the world
Stay on my pivot, be realistic
I paint this picture so vivid
I might blow the world
My baby mama tellin' me she
forget that shit
I'm gone die by lonely gotta face that shit but for now young nigga gotta run up my shit
Yeah
Lately I been silent letting people expose
(for my mama)
And I know it's gone be plenty people watching
But ima have to keep on going regardless
I don't got pause button so know I'm never stopping
I
shit you betta not forget
Verse Two: Eazy-E
Eazy E's the name feared by most
When, a lil nigga is thrown in the pen
But on the streets there's two
on your face
And for god’s sake, stop SCREAMIN ON THE MIC!
“EPIC RAP BATTLES OF IMAGINATION, BITCH!”
Fuckin mama’s boy…
NicePeter just hit me on a text
Last
in ya track
Well
Gunshot for the young yacht owner
See there's everybody else then there's one top loner
First place is often the worst place
But
and let his bitch drive it
I'm talkin' violation
My lil' niggas out here robbin' niggas for
The love of ballin' like Sanaa Lathan
And they some cold hearted
Young Chee$e, Young Chee$e, question
Young Chee$e
Yea yea
How long do you expect to be on top, sir
It seems that your album is taking to new heights
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
stomp along, catch a lil' Holy
Ghost, and if you ain't feelin' good God willin, By
The end of this record He gon' change all that, Ayo
Lorenz you
We gon drop this shit
Right on the Tok
12 o'clock like right on the
Right on the dot
Saying it's fire it's hot
After a week the whole album gon pop
the family get together
swear we all gone miss him
RIP BOP we'll never forget em
And if yo kids need anything
I'll never dismiss em
My lil brother lost
All these niggas popping now is young
Everybody say the music that they make is dumb
I remember I was 18
Money, pussy, parties, I was on the same
got no license, but lil' mama let me whip that
Don't indugle in chit chat , unless it's about a big lick
Niggas be on jap shii , beefin' up about
I don't even smoke cigars but I'ma light up a cigar for this one
Just talk my shit yo
This wasn't originally on the album,
It just made it 'cause I
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
people and twerkers
I present to you
Fre-fre-f-fre-fresh
Fre-fre-f-fresh
Fre-fre-f-fre-fresh
Fre-fre-f-fr
Young ladies
Put ya hands on ya knees
It was Foreign,
Then came Low End Theory.
People quickly recognized who we are,
Phife is ill and Busta is a superstar.
Tours with P.E., Naughty,
Young Savage this motherfuckin' mink jacket (21)
VVS look like a star, yeah
I took the top off the car
We don't abide by the law (no)
You don't know
Ya, they wanna see me lay down (lay down)
People like me we don't stay down (stay down)
People like me we don't stay down (stay down)
People like me
rapping last Christmas
Time 2 unpackage your gift (album is here)
SOS
Stuck on success
Yes, I’m
Stuck on success
Yes, I’m
Stuck on success
Mama told
We got that green stuff, Big Tite
Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg
Fin to put it all in why'all face
I got too much money, too
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