Lyrics:
on her LIIPS. You so Lippy Jay C Game raps simply like I could do better bars speaking from my Pee Pee See OG wont be Respected Anymore by me how dare you
Long ago, I seen this honey walk by
I was looking at her but not in the eyes
She’s was looking at me and then by surprise
She took my hand and said
make another Illmatic"
But it's always forward, I'm moving
Never backwards stupid here's another classic
C-notes is falling from the sky
By now
make another Illmatic"
But it's always forward, I'm moving
Never backwards stupid here's another classic
C-notes is falling from the sky
By now
ain't the same hun
Redefining lyrics and redefining styles
Take a listen to this album cause I'll be here for a while
Don't trip, this is it, don't say
prodigy: style and ideology
Once I've gone clear I'm siding with Scientology
The pie's been split, they sliced it all wrongingly
Then throw shade from right
At the time I was thirteen
Thinking I could do more then breathe
Why do you keep shooting If I'm aiming at the (leaves)
I only dropped new style when I turned
went to Smith, and I went to Hayes
That was the past, and the future will be better
Pass the Moët and keep the Cream Armaretto
Peace to Greg Nice
pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat
Now, you poppin' up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep
I just left from over by y'all puttin' pen
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
I'm under pressure the stress will have me drinkin
thinkin niggaz after me much too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police don't want to see me
a skollie (Awe what you wys)
Now I’ve been making history since I entered the game
So tell me how can you be impressed by these lames
My dryf is always 10
state to state,
We were just three mates rocking beats and breaks,
So if you made it to a Hoods show to check the style,
You get much respect, you made it
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
sent him on chill shit, like Will Smith
Got the sick bars and the I'll spit
Better believe I'm getting all up in your grill, quick
I been feelin'
large or anorexic
You get twisted by light in your direction
A shining star who Smith N Wesson
I blast like the westerns lyrical gang bang veteren
Rap by
laying low
AR-15s, aiming at targets, they point, blank, then blow
Woah, looking too dougie fresh, Kung Fu styles
Slamming fists in your chest, going
rap that I'm singing is totally full of rhyme
My words are like a sharp blade, I'm slitting in every style
To rap and sing in my style which will take
would sue me niggas be groupies
I see imitators tryin' to make albums spittin' my style
And they don't even realize that I notice they stealing Nas'
on killer mode,
My date nights are on thriller mode,
Rappers' album’s filler mode,
A Silverback Gorilla in Atilla mode,
I don’t need the Gram,
To tell me who
of power over
Two hundred-fifty-thousand albums
Sold worldwide and this ain't even half
The potential I possess
Invest while I reflect
Look me in the eye
said forget what you don't have, look at what you do
You got your, father, your mother, your sister, your brother
You three albums deep and plus you just
sorry if you're 85 and you would have preferred a
album full of ignorance
the place is an experience
before the reasons why
for the sake of sounding fly
Smiths too frightened
They dashin' like some hyphens cuz I'm likened to a Lycan
Animorph by design, the wolf reigns with ferocity
Turbulence is heavy when
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