Lyrics:
Because I ain't got time
To deal with political correctness
Big bro mentality slipped in the mind
Don't do conspiracies, me i speak factual
No breaks
That's how it is, it ain't a doggone thing you can do
I returned with the passion of Christ
A God to niggas, some could say I gave thee life
Hoes, tried
Ro
Now on with the show
(It's Tha Liks baby)
(It's Tha Liks baby)
One two, one two
I got a tape in my ride, made by Homicide
Ralph M
Copy of a copy, of a copy of a copy
Copy of a copy, of a
Ok boss, so I'm almost finished with this one
What else do you reckon I should add to it?
I
pulling up with intensity
You know what it mean to me (Mean to me)
Popping my ice and I freeze the queen
(Icing the queen)
I rather do no strings and jump
Hi Tech red got me noddin'
Real Rx, I empty the bottle
How the fuck TI ain't do no jail time?
He got caught with Saddam Hussein firearms
The head
pushing
Tryna hit me some licks
What a player gotta do
To get thrown in the mix
I walked in the club with my new CD
Work mode I ain't tripping, no who see
with a little bit of rap
Gimme little bit of love, get a little back
Gimme little bit of love, get a little back
All I need's a little homie, I don't
it's like a tuba
This crack, you ain't shit but a consumer (uh)
I rap like I'm sick or got a tumor (uh)
Relapse when I hit you with this blue one (uh)
Armond
Do you mind if I hold you , just one more time
Ain't no time for us to take off, can we press rewind (love you)
Do you mind if I hold you ,
a rapper
(Trynna be all in the mix with a master)
One day I’m here and the next I’m a Casper
(Stay goin' up like I’m climbing a ladder)
And I can’t decide
hop, I drip-drop
I flip-flop with them white tube socks
It go sherm sticks, watch me burn this
That’s what the chronic smell like
When them chemicals mix
tap a vein then go to rehab
Sober up and re-emerge with R&B and weak raps
Me? I'd never follow this, my lifes worth more than that
Never sought
Ruled the World" I summons all you weak rap niggas to death
He a Compton-Compton O.G
(Mix that with a QB-QB true G)
(What you got's) A concoction
Ruled the World" I summons all you weak rap niggas to death
He a Compton-Compton O.G
(Mix that with a QB-QB true G)
(What you got's) A concoction
Allah just, I lay it for the mix tapes
Quick to quake a label-mate
The sound came outta rusted crate
Surrounded by cobwebs
Beat smooth enough
Running through thoughts I left my heart with the beat
I know the way I live is Messi, I left my heart by your feet
I know my views get kinda shallow
I'm the Puerto Bliccan, spittin' with the street smarts retards
Good riddance to the niggas on the R&B charts
[Hook] 2x
You need street smarts for
Uh yea uh
This shit raw no cut uh
Uh uh uh foxes only lets get it
I'm by the city so I ain't got the drakes I brought all the switches with me
, knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate
What must I do
I must say
Yeah
When ya
Fly
When ya
Fly
Making obvious tracks
And obvious raps
So down bad
I bash my head on the dash
I can’t be
with a little slack
'Cause inside-out its wiggida wiggida wiggida wack
I come stompin' with somethin' pump to keep you jumpin'
R&B - rap and bullcrap is
they promise to fuck with you
No condom, they fuck with you, Obama say, "What it do?"
Obama say, "What it do?"
Obama say, "What it do?"
I been
a weed seller, but a crocka sack beller
A rap star plus a 2 time felon
Sellin' phones out the trunk I mix G with funk
I put it all together, and rock it
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