Lyrics:
flows by myself
Pour more go go gadget
I'm in Slow Mo
4 More bars
I got double though
And a couple hoes
Running in yo door
Running to the dough
Running up
the gifts
I wanna write the Wishlist, in the meantime, doing lyrics in the book
And the weather got me shook, out of your way to remind me, look
Wasn't gonna
of rewards in your inbox
In the top right corner of you screen
I'm talkin' Chonoru for the Doom Tower
And a chunk of Silver two hundred thousand
A day of XP,
every thought in mind
And I'm not gonna lie when I say death is on my mind
I'm not gonna lie when I say Death is on my mind
I need to find myself and who
I'm in a line
Gonna make a move
Cross the State
Rolling it wide
Hey!
Submitted by Rene
SET ME STRAIGHT:
I know something that you would
(Intro - Fat Joe talking)
Cool & Dre, uh
Terror Squad motherfuckers
They're all gonna laugh at ya, haha
They're all gonna laugh at ya
Yeah,
got em stressing 'bout the things I might do
Ay, coming around and in love with this sound
If there's something I want then I'm hunting it down
Up in
you
Man's been shotting 4s from back in
The day like President T
Frisco's back in your face
Sit down get back in your place
I'm back in the race shut ya
'cause
I wanna get big
Wanna blow up and become a cool artist you dig
Right now my popularities the size of a twig and I'm not gonna stop until it's fat
BEATIN' I'll just say "let's roll"
I make another record and buy some gold
I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
I'm like a one man crew, you see I don't
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm
world I hope you're ready for me.
Now gather 'round
I'm the new fool in town
And my sound's laid down by the Underground.
I drink up all the Hennessey
them burgers attached to a price?
I'm just kidding, I'mma call, even write you love letters
Thanks for the burgers, um, hook me up with a Dr Pepper"
them burgers attached to a price?
I'm just kidding, I'mma call, even write you love letters
Thanks for the burgers, um, hook me up with a Dr Pepper"
I'ma show you all around my town
We gonna turn up cause you just touched down
Yo I'm cool with booze I'm cool with food
I'm just being short not being
A from sun to sun and from day to day
I sit down and write a brand new rhyme
Because they say that miracles never cease
I've created a devastating
right)
I was a gentleman living in tenements
Now I'm swimming in all the women that be tens (woo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my
right)
I was a gentleman living in tenements
Now I'm swimming in all the women that be tens (woo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my
I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter
And make believe it came from you
I'm gonna write words, oh, so sweet
They're gonna knock me off
And write myself a letter
And make believe
It came from you
I'm gonna sit right down
And write myself a letter (ah, ha)
And make believe it came from you
I'm
fat
two by four not fifty percent or half that
Now we sit back in the trap And the Brothers sort mash from the cash
And we talk shit but how we gonna
that I'm about to be signed by one of the biggest pop producers at that time, my mother is sitting next to me and she couldn't be less impressed. She's
goes by in the wink of an eye
time waits for no one
you know I’m gonna love you
‘til the day I die
AFRAID OF THE DARK
(Peter Sando)
Your eyes were wide
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