Lyrics:
consult your album
And show you how to stay off my dick
That's the thing I hate the most
Can't even call you a man
When you gotta call out my name
To get
that you was staking
Cause Im bout to make it
Yeah
Yeah they want more said say less
Album need views
Got patience
Take a step back maybe take 10
So
time to stand up
Let's take it back to the core time to stand up
You know the people want more time to stand up
Get em Time to stand up hit em time
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
to take a victory lap!
Hey!
This right here is the album I always wanted to make
Thank you for listening
Good night and good luck
die, genocide the cause
Expect a blood bath, the aftermath is y'alls
I told you, last album, we need help 'cause we dyin'
Give us a chance, help us
out
Then all joints come out classic
Rappers are fake we can all point one out
Yeah
I'd like to introduce you to the first lady of the ATF (uhh)
to the neighborhood
As we're walking there, my buddy and I get passed real slow by two cops in a squad car
Sure enough they pull a U-turn and stop us, asking us where
Behavin' shadier than Wes Craven
And you ain't even gotta pay me
I take pleasure of laying a nigga down daily
You face me, drunk or sober, you'll faint
Behavin' shadier than Wes Craven
And you ain't even gotta pay me
I take pleasure of laying a nigga down daily
You face me, drunk or sober, you'll faint
Ok cool I can’t put no bitch up on no stool
And I can’t let no nigga play me fool
I cannot lay up and pillow talk
The police come you know a nigga
ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[Swizz beatz]
It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over
[Sonja
that I ain't tryna fake
Quiet ass fans be the loudest when it's time to hate
When it's time to ride; nothin but empty promise by my side
All these albums
last album was "The Chronic" (nigga)
They want to know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it
If you ain't
Green tops, boulders and bottles
Soldiers who follow leaders
You owed 'em dollars
Know that tommorrow you might not see it
Packs got knocked off by
Hill
Type of artist turning down a major label deal
Cause when it's said and done you'd rather keep your music real
Or drop a classic debut album
lean
Don't be mad at this pimping
We just living all of your dreams
Mine is gold, tell a motherfucker take me further now
Everything is purple when you
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
Cassidy
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Submitted by : Daniella Roman ~*A.k.A Bubbles*~
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Rated : 6.3 (3 votes)
INTRO
R.Kelly:
Ladies and gentlemen, you are
day
So I took my Chronic album and slept in the hallway
I learned this the hard way, when police came our way
My daddy had his act on like it never
I'm not what you call a regular competitor
Lyrics so hot it's like I put them in a kettle you're
Baffled by verbs, the conditions and terms
Examine
Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like
Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like
What the hell is under me?
Is it gonna drag me down?
Is it gonna pull me under?
Take my breath away
Get you a new life
And fresh air
That's classic
Yeah,
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