Lyrics:
too often, I'm still accurate
I'm still accurate, I'm oso accurate, I'm steady packin shit
Aye, hol on
Where i'm from keep yo eyes peeled
In the raq,
Henny in my cup, I all lick up while I sipping
Hop up in the stolo, press the gas and now I'm whipping
The ganja got me jiggy while I bopping, I be
pants kinda baggy
KC hat tilted, so now they wanna red flag me
I'm by the bar every time, point blank, Period
The door man hatin', takin' his job too
fake
Bitch you low
Bitches be bugging while I'm stacking up my dough
Big slatt Big boom
Got just one thing to say bitch fuck you
Big straps big rooms
the Bible isn't two parts
There's a Part Three to the Bible, Joe
And I, God, have anointed you
To dig up this Part Three that is buried by the tree
alone and all the people with the big hats on went home
So what you gon' do now, Goldie? Your bottom left you
It's up to me and you, Goldie, through
not Tito
Have a couple babies, now let her get up
If we prayed and respected by big and the little
Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame
Get
Henry: Just what?
Just, ya know, you're funny
You mean, let me understand this, 'cause
Ya know maybe
It's me, I'm a little fucked up maybe, but
I'm funny
riding with firearms cocked
Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block
Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock
I get his legs, you grab him by
the mailbox
Right by the door, and!
I can’t do right by a hoe
I’m G’d up but through my eyes I see my soul
Too much of a player to go out with a hoe
See me in
I only do it big so I'm here to stay
And I always come to play like my boy C-J
My whole flow to this beat is crucial
You can catch me up at the park
night when she see me in person (thot)
Hit her for a while, I was up off a Perc' (uh, uh)
That bitch booty big, Baby think baby got surgery
It clap
(Haha)
Mash for our dreams (Yeah)
Mamamamamamamash for our dreams
Mamamash for our dreams
Mamamash for our dreams
They say I'm goin' out off my
Yeah
Yeah
Straight up
I don't wanna mix my words
So let me set things right
Two big blades with the curve
You would never best this fight
You don't
as the realest you heard
With my pen I kill 'em absurd and rhyme seven syllable word
I'm not your average Joe
Hardcore, far more than the average
I'm
livin' in the shack
Every morning Lord I I get up and look at the sky
And I know if I'm gonna work the sun's gotta shine
I'm gettin' old Lord before my
They talk about runnin It up I done did dat
Imma step on they necks get these lil niggas big mad
And they reach for my ice then I'm gettin my shit back
Pay close attention gangbangers only
No lollies, no bustas, no yeez
No gilligan niggas
It's the bottom of the knife
And I'm the butter up
Side burns
motherfucker
Turn me up some
Yo
Oh shit
Who those motherfuckers
Comin' in here?
No, it can't be
Ah
Yo yo, gimme some room
I'm throwin' elbows
Almost stacked himself a milli' in cash, I'm tryna show you niggas he wasn't playin'
He was that nigga you had to go see when you needed a re-up for
Of the last chance
To restore the endangered
Without hidden agendas
Wouldn't that be splenda
Take it up on the TV
Stickin' 'em up while the CDC
Distracted by
All rise
The Intelligent Black Woman Coalition
Raised by the head of this position
We will rise on this mission
Now tear it up
I wanna be, yea
All in
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I'm
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I'm
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