Lyrics:
much, they know I'm too much,
The Greatest to ever do this shit by the way,
Chicago!
b****
Wigs, hair, lashes, glasses, all that own deck holler at me
too much, too much, they know I'm too much,
The Greatest to ever do this shit by
Ya all vibe with the greatest
Ya all vibe with the greatest
I be legend i be G.O.A.T
See the vibe i created
See the vibe i created
No be play no be
keys
My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's
Lick off a shot and hit your fam' by mistake
So I erase the whole front row at the wake
I planned
keys
My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's
Lick off a shot and hit your fam' by mistake
So I erase the whole front row at the wake
I planned
quicker
Goin' down by the second round
All hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backin'
Down from a conflict
Nothin' but nonsense and terrorists
Keep
take in the ghetto you find a whole lot of crime
I can understand
Hey
I know what it means
Being nine years old before I got my first pair
Chicago’s Westside!
HO HO mama let’s ride…
We roll
Bonnie and Clyde
I ain’t goin’ out quiet…
Got time on my left wrist
God to my right
But I’m outta my right
time
Not gonna lie must folks never stay for the ride
Why live a lie work hard game times over in five
No need for nines trust god when in need of a sign
I'm more breaded
My Lord better
Success in the air, my poors said it
They say I'm the greatest, nigga, them whores said it
Hopped in a Rolls, 2020,
for tha pump
Tribe comin' clean like a bitch
We gon hit yo town for a lick
Nigga, we don't run we attack 'em
Then you can't splack em
Nigga outta
to the time?'
Life can pass you buy, just watch how fast it flies
Nineteen eighty-nine's when I started mine, now I'm like 'what happened to the time?'
By
The Wang Dang Taffy-Apple Tango (Mambo Cha Cha Cha)
-Artist: Pat Boone from "Pat Boone's Greatest Hits"-Dot DLP 25455
-peak Billboard position #
askin' for mo' bottles
Ménage et plus one, I’m fuckin' fo' models
Wordplay that elevates minds like Aristotle
Murci lago, whippin' through Chicago
All
Youngin' wit' a dream but nobody gave a shit about it
Ten years later pick up a pen, write a hit about it
And back then I thought I'd be defined by how
wanna hit 'em wit a '9 (Haaaaaah!)
These are some thoughts, re-occurring on my mind, now
[Hook: Fat Joe]
My mind, my mind, my mind is playin tricks on me
the greatest
Tell 'em, "title your album, a fish outta water"
'Cause that shit be floppin'
You fuckin' suck
Number 1 my shit droppin'
Love it and hate it,
gear is the world premiere, ox yeah, now I'm dickin down Heather Locklear
Rubber glock in the glove box, Benz drop yeah
Hit the mall in Long Island, they
get scared by angels
I have no fear to fail because I'll get through it
To get me through my hell, I had to make music
And I wanted to do it different
One day I'mma be a fine father
One day I'm by my mama a Benz
You know an AMG so she can show it off to her friends, you know?
That's how this poem
like the others
I'm Cold I'm anemic
This mission is not completed
If not by my baby can't sleep bitch
Losing love ones really got me seeing shit
Gotta
One, Two, Three, Four, Five
Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, ten
Are you ready!
Další rok další album sick byl
Jsem a dál budu sick
Uplynulej rok byl sick
you're down to fight the power here's the power to fight
Overpower the mic, hit the crowd with the bomb diggy
Ring the alarm, now the squads with me
the Morning
Ok Anthony from Wisconsin put him in the game or sit him on the bench?
"Put Him in The Game" Alright cool
Rico in Chicago put him in the game or sit
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