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old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
Bro (Bro)
The NEON iCON album, are you serious?
It finally came out today
Are you serious bro? (What? What?)
Bro, crank the windows down, I'm about
On the bright side, it's diamonds on my right wrist
Vvs shine the brightest, yeah
Five-story house and my room is the highest
I ain't do MTV Cribs, I did
my head
Drip drop drip drop
I was walking through the city in a hospital gown in my socks rock under my feet
And nobody stopped to help me out
I walked
always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes
We didn't realize what
or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in Chocolate City
Niggaz with masks on, vests and all
directing and starring in it
Yo niggas from the Wall don't bleed, Dirty Dozen niggas don't bleed
Royce 5'9" don't bleed, Rock City niggas don't bleed
the hills to the best
I prove that I'm witty by usin my mind
I spit from my heart so you don't confuse
Me with other crews in my city
Cause I am the hardest
on my grown man shit
Every lyric that I spit man my own hand writ
These beats all me I rock my own damn shit
Run up on my people get your dome can split
on my grown man shit
Every lyric that I spit man my own hand writ
These beats all me I rock my own damn shit
Run up on my people get your dome can split
you know how talkin'
On a Sprint feel 40 bang on him
I give him that Shawn Kemp feel
How the dog house in ya backyard got a
Backyard and you strugglin'
It couldn't hurt to come and vacuum
Before I sell off the house
Before I stop talking 'bout this and the story fades into black
Where's the remote
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
inches, count 'em
But not many niggaz have slammin albums
X to the Z rocks consistantly
I'm "Criminal Minded" so don't fuck with me
Why? Well that's my
peekaboo
Ain't even new, does that come as shock
We play Pikachu
They come to rock, we play petrel too
Keep it up my pocket, may leak to shoe
Get
The city's so much better at night
The dreams are still alive there ain't no traffic to fight
I guess the starburst babies are born from the nights of today
house
I got a rock and roll car
I play the shit out the drums
And I can play the guitar
I got a kid in New York
I got a kid in the bay
I haven't
house
I got a rock and roll car
I play the shit out the drums
And I can play the guitar
I got a kid in New York
I got a kid in the bay
I haven't
No smoking in the house, no smoking in the house
There's no smoking in the house
So would you please put it out
Check it out, yo
I'm a animal,
MAN y'all MUST GOT ME CONFUSE I TAKE NIGGAZ BY TWO I BREAK NIGGAZ IN TWO MAN y'all FAKE NIGGAZ IS through I HEAR YA ALBUM IS POO I'm JUS TELLIN DA TRUTH
and no one's there
Build a house then build a home
Do it daily
Build a Rome
Swing strings, the universe
Voodoo blessings say we're cursed
Nurtured by
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But somethin' 'bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house
with a hammer by, uh uh, one of the three stooges, um, came into my house, uh, that's another story. But, I was watching tv and he popped out of the tv
Wake your punk ass up
The M.C Eiht's back in the motherfuckin' house
Kickin' the straight gangster shit, for the 9,1
You know what I'm sayin', gia
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