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Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
gave y'all a thousand bars wit Memphis Bleek
Stay strapped, heat in the car under the seat
6 hammers even though we only 3 deep
We clap up niggas
Smack
Yo, what's up niggas and niggettes?
N.W.A is back in this motherfucker
And this is only the single
Wait until the motherfuckin' album comes out
We
to the fam by the Sullivan
Hercules mulligan
When you knock me down
I get straight back up again
It's lent right now
Tryna think what I gave up again
Oh that's
three albums deep, but I don't wanna go pop
Too many candy rappers seem to be at the top
Too much candy is no good, so now I'm closing the shop
fond of
So what would you do for a Klondike bar
Be forced to listen to this track inside of the car
So what would you do to fuck a blonde d**e
Are we
of jagermeister ready to vomit
Mirror mirror on the wall tell us who the wicked are
Shaggy E and Jay we in the game and gettin ours
Hittin stars in there mouth
[Master P talking]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up
to some lofi and I start to feel invisible
People pass me by and I think life isn't so difficult
Listen to some beats and I realize I'm just so typical
still runnin but my circle different
Seeing you a swingman now
Just wish you’r stayed authentic
Im feelin cheated cheated out and I don’t think you get
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
gluten free. Peace & love sounds good t’ me
Who do you think you are, Elephant boy?
Preaching to the choir, you bitch to the sky
You claim you’re a victim
where common sense
Is not common sense
We need a real rapper, but when you say Nas
They think you mean Lil Nas X
And that's not a diss
I don't want to get
of purple sage
Are coming back again
I will remember
Every thing we've done
They say it's hard to wrangle
A solitary son
When I'm old and tired
I think I'm
the Coupe, big chain, crayon rocks
Jump out, red and blue guns, crayon Glocks
We them niggaz, they are not
This our block and we gon' rock
Or we gon' pop like
cheap labor and fat profits by selling, to you
Before you say what I think, take a deeper look
Why are these people so poor that they need this work
No
all on my brain
Seeing you through that purple rain
Spacefunk that’s all on my brain
What’s this, a brand new sound? I don’t know
Think that I lost
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
That ain't motherfucking cool, that's a motherfucking shame
This ain't no motherfucking game
That's why I think you are a motherfucking lame
We both
the team DON'T MISS?"
'Cause we don't
We make the magic, chop the samples, drop the album on the internet
And my loosies are all that and a box of cigarettes
to the E. Bola
Manifest brain tumors through the phone as you roam in your Motorolas
[J-Treds]
All hail, J and El the fan drives, we got
on Mobb Deep
If you a bad boy then you die
Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high
They fucked up when the rob me
Put another contract on Mobb Deep
on Mobb Deep
If you a bad boy then you die
Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high
They f***ed up when the rob me
Put another contract on Mobb Deep
third-eye sight
[Guru]
Why do you think that we should settle for less?
Now take a deep breath
No time to get rest when cats is testin' your vest
Kid
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