Lyrics:
to Kendrick
October 22nd, the album, so go and get it
Look, turn a good kid to wig city
I serve plenty
Shoot 'til the chamber and clip empty
That's real crippy
North, South side, vibe, live, ride down these city blocks
And never will we stopped
They tryin' to shut down the clubs that my city rocks
Now Mr. Mayor
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
really took a quick nap while the cash been printing
Ok, they don't want smoke, get the ash tray
Aye my whole last album that's a gas tank
Ok, who you know
the Wraith, no album out
Niggas know what the outcome 'bout
Drop head and the south come out
Head drops all out my house
X wasn't my last name
Rather keep my
Lost city of New Orleans, we call him this
(Georgia)
Now
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
and your crew don't want it
But if you feel you can swing it, then money please bring it
(Wassup?) Large Professor in the house (wassup?)
(Wassup?) You
nation that is, that recorded the album
My man Busta Rhymes, my man Grand Puba, check it
Ugh, yeah, Flip Gray in the house
My man Buttnaked, Tim Dawg, ugh
doubt about it
All these kids that I influence, they can't live without it
And now my life is getting really crowded
How did come up from free-styling
I'm a woman so I don't have real bars
I'm a rock artist by far
Yet I'm painted a rising pop star
Who raps cause it's cute, when I'm a scar
Yes do
we do almost every day
now meet me upstairs wit courvosier
(1)
what is a party if it dont rock
we just gon proceed to make it hot
a yellow city party
dede dede)
aha
we go a little somethin like dis
yeah the crowd rocks in the house
top feeling
hands to ??the ceiling??
Aint no playin around or sitting
V12 is roaring,
Flying through the city with the pedal to the floor then,
I put them 26 inches on the curb, tell the hood I'm back,
Give me a corner,
closing the fences
And hooking up the electricity to them
And was en-route back to the house
In a flash something moved
Before I could react and reach for
don't bleed
Royce 5-9 don't bleed
Rock City niggas don't bleed
Live from the dungeon, we coming
Y'all best be running, we coming
Y'all don't want none
took my money invested crypto call it scam stock
I'm spiritual paradox
Drink my shit straight with plain lands with no rocks
Gave myself a concussion
Light a match and throw it at the fuse
Run away and hope I can get a view
I remember how beautiful it was
Blindfold on I can drive to her old house
First Verse :
Go by Sincerely Yours
Slipping forget me nots
Plot
If you dig
A pot to piss
Ain't got to give me squat
Grip and I'm licking shot with
(talking)
Yeah we back motherfuckers
The Legit Ballin family, see listen here playa
We own this motherfucking city, naw naw
Matter fact, matter fact,
featuring Run D.M.C.
(intro)
There are 8 million stories in the naked city
8 million stories (x4)
(verse one Kurtis blow)
Busting down your speakers, going loud at your mama house
Unholy preacher going down, in your mama blouse
Running through the city, which city, what
on the curve
By the waffle house
Damn now
They see Peso
He aint playing now
Same bitch used to curve me Wanna slurp me
I got bands now
They think that they hurt
sheet
By this microphone, by this microphone
I think the rock 'n roll girls
In this world want apologies, want apologies
I read this stuff, but
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
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