Lyrics:
Feels like the first day of spring (Ha ha)
After all that hard work getting your fingers dirty and shit
You feeling clean you know spending your
try touch him or ME ME
Racks on me Racks on me
All of a sudden these days
It's like I got gash on me
Must be cause I got racks on me
Racks on me
can do it, I done it already, bro
Back in the days, I didn't have any dough
I was not Wiley, I didn't have any flow, now
Now, now all of my dons get
They keep asking who I am like they don't know my name
Lyrics to hard to understand but this deep rooted pain
My name I with double p's and you can
ain't no other
Trini-born black like Nia Long's grandmother
Tip and Sha they all that, Phife-Dawg ditto
Honey tell your man to chill, or else you'll be
how to feel
Flow's way too sick, that they make you very ill
Stayin' on that grind, while yall rappers sit still
Man, y'all know, Lil' Rxnnie always
Our Day lyrics
Intro
Sometimes I can't believe x4
Hook
From the projects to the hills now we dripped in Maje
We done hit them dead end streets
See man a get
See man a get higher now
See man a get
See man a get high ya now
See man a get
See man a get hire now
Si man a get
Si man a get high ya
or be a man a forget it
I know I said a lot stupid shit but do I regret it
Nah, y'all can kiss the cheeks of my ass if offended
I'm gettin' sick of these
life don't need no other man's wife
Don't need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife
But it's good to have turn to be a king for a day
Or for
you can fly
I don't mean nobody harm, I'm just partyin'
I'm not your dad, not your mom, not your guardian
Just the man who's on the mic
So let me
you can fly
I don't mean nobody harm, I'm just partyin'
I'm not your dad, not your mom, not your guardian
Just the man who's on the mic
So let me
Like they don't write down their lyrics and they do it all in their head
But me hey I take pride in writing down lyrics man
I used to scratch out
This is my spot
My spot
I'll give it up one day
Probably not
I might keep rapping
Till the day I rot
I gotta fucking make it
Rap is all I got
Wake
represent for the Hip Hop
All day nigga All day man
Vibe its the vibe man, nod y'all head to this
It's the vibe man, nod y'all head to this
It's the vibe man
my team
Bare fake guys and they sing like Fred Again
Not my team us man stay ahead of them
Most gal fake all hiding the better them
Bare fake tan all
to the Mixmaster days
And put it all in your jawmeat
And wiggle it around a little bit, hahaha
YouknowhatI'msayin? Party favors nigga
Ahh yeah, y'all need a couple
shotter Jme
That's my old lyric from back
In the day, same flow, same styley
Heard my bars on the Roll Deep Show
So much better like
You're a jackass just
your chest seven days a week
And add a foot for good measure you'll be seven feet deep
It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4
3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door
and the winter never quitting
With a hustler's mindstate
The shit that keeps him going when he's coming up irate
Abundant dumb cuntery is fucking his day up
He
on
All when the tide get strong ,
We still standing firm
We keep on holding on, holding on ,holding on
All when the days are long
We still standing firm
And a who upon di mic di fabulous Beenie Man
Some mawga skinny and same cranky one
Talking lyric to all di nation
(All sing along)
Memories don't live
Yeah exams nearly done man
Im writing these lyrics and spitting some facts you already know it man
I got Marra on the beat he about to spits some
The very next day I gave Russell a ring with J.L. and Omar we all called Don King
I said 'yeah, Don I got a problem
Tell 'em Prince 'yeah what's up? what
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