Lyrics:
when you're on the ground
That's how we get down
On the paper writing rhymes
When I sit down
Took over radio and TV talk of the town
These fuckers do no
the lights dim
You can depend on her to catch it, like a tight end
Santa Claus, I leave her with a white chin
Yes, I get a lot of neck like a violin
you hatred
There's no applause for ya and success is hard for ya
There's enemies, envy, with green my niggas, lawnmower
And I'm on tour, Jordan 4's, Tom
'm livin' like I'm out here on my last adventure
Past the present when you have to mention
This is nothin' for the radio, but they'll still play it though
Radio Killer!
Welcome to Radio Killer Records
Everybody's dating,
Until they learn to love you baby
She a fast life liver with a ass like
and water
This is dollars I had after finally paying back my father
This is failing grades and skipping class and dropping out of college
You can't stop
remember back in the days when I just a little niggerole
I looked up to my bigger bro begged if I could kick it so
When he went out with girls I could go
But I got the radio bumpin' Jagged Edge by the bed
When you wanna get up witcha cutty buddy
Come on and dip off through the hideout with Twist'
But
now
Man done shook out, gull the skin out ya
What you check boy you running yuh lip
You get smoked like I'm bunning a spliff
You sonofabitch
This is
rude
I send for the head top rearranger
Go home and do the math
I'm Jme multiplied by Maxwell Ranger
Way too serious
And if you don't wanna get taken
it's gon' be my version of trap
Dondon, the God, money is long
I can't judge an artist off one song, but you don't hear me though
But you don't hear
extend
That money you made by selling out them
Then you get caught this part isn't fun
Caught snatching the fees at seven to one
Seven million to you
Baby, I just wanna try to bust a nut
But don't get me wrong, cause you started it all
Coming to my house in a Camasol
But when it's time for me to shove
you better go on
Hey boy I got so many ways
Ways to get paid
Twenty four hours
Money to be made
I started off with nothing
Now I'm platinum
you girl
[Bun B]
Baby you been rollin solo, time to get down with the team
Because its greener on that other side if you know what I mean
I'll show you
this 'Behind the Music'
With Lynard Skynard?"
And I say I don't know
Say, it's gettin' late, watcha wanna do for dinner?
She says "I kinda had a big
with no help
Yeah you famous, outrageous
Can't handle me I'm contagious
Got the fire of God in my bones like I'm Jon Jones
Getting torn apart from behind
Because I'm talking about a street that got redone
Get it re tarred
You stupid mothafuckas
Prolly still don't get it
Wish a motha would crack
Like some
the basement
Do you wanna pop with the famous
I can put you on where you can’t get
Do you wanna get some rotation?
Do you wanna get some rotation?
What you got
On a record when am in right back
But you fuck boys getting hit like that
And I know a lot of niggas
Wanna fit in my class
But I go hard these hoes
Really wanna
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
And I wanna hear that tune by Redman 'Can't Wait'
That tune the bomb, yo"
"You got it, coming from The Darkside Radio
This is 'Can't Wait'"
Woo, yo
why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L; if you disagree
don't even look at me ho don't pass go just go straight to jail
With
And keep your enemies far
And keep your loved ones close
This a wicked ass world
You'll get chased by a ghost
It's like droppin a three
And tryin to bring
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