Lyrics:
the same number
Relocate from the North to the South
Tell em' bout me by the word of the mouth
I'll be alright cause I got that ticket
But in real life gotta
Say my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants and
Do the Rockaway
I was raised by Hip-Hop Tupac Mac Dre
West side, I ain't a crip or a blood
By our bling bling ring ring and I can't debate it
Low riders hittin' on switches
As we pass by ya in sun fire, c'mon
What y'all need to do is throw
The Gates of Death Pt1 & 2
Written by F. Schelbert
I was born on a dry autumn day
far out in the south west
While my father was a rogue
The Gates of Death Pt1 & 2
Written by F. Schelbert
I was born on a dry autumn day
far out in the south west
While my father was a rogue
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
like I represent for Texas
And who this nigga talking down on Dirty South, niggaz rapping reckless
Scared took him out of the hotel, 'cause when Ro
Yeah, they finna have a problem
On this one mayn
H Town representing, Screwed Up Click
You in here, with Trae the Truth mayn
I had to take em back,
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
Trae the Truth, Lil' Boss
Black Buddafly yeah
We fin to do this one here for the ghetto
Get at me
No matter what a nigga say
I'm gon be stuck in
drizzy named views after you
Bunda caught a case, yeah I saw it on the news
Swinging north east west down south e dey move
Would you be kind to follow me
’m tryna get by
Recognize you in the presents of some game
Ain’t gotta say too much then bitches know my name
She say i came at her on some pimpin
Shit I
write an album under comatose
I am unconscious yet so focused
I'm ultimate high I'll ride
Till I'm hopeless i know what I started and
I don't plan
Ooh, yeah, Muyeol, ayy, look
I don't chase clout, man
That ain't what I'm about, man
Why you run your mouth, man?
Shit's harder down south, man
We
then I seen them the last time
Then selling dimes, now it's quarter keys, stacking G's
In the South Indies
My nigga them folks riding bicycles among
The highest professorship, my English etiquette
Compels me to not say it if I can't spell it bitch
My circularised 3rd Eye, sees all
Atlantis was surrounded by
on, watch your boy in some flip the fitted
You can't do it like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody help
What's happenin'? What's
so swollen down south
Just lay that ass back baby and slowly open your mouth
A little off topic what can I say I slayed some ass in LA
Knock knock, you
That's right y'all, the K double-O L, K-E-I-T-H (South Bronx)
I'm in here, I'm a let you know (I started rappin')
I can tell you can't rap, look
wit'cha album covers
Cross em out and put a'K
Then no Saint days, nigga, then run the fuckin holidays
'Ey! I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K!
Inglewoooood!
satisfaction.
Pumping out albums like reverend run is pumping out children; here's another one
Catch me on more 24's than Kiefer Sutherland.
I'm bound to be
and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol, something far from a
Lover, beside my brother, s-c-o-t-t
I just laugh 'cause no one
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
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