Lyrics:
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
on the microphone.
I work more tails.
I don't take freaks home.
Man, they start trippin' when they think your rich.
Met her yesterday.
All on my tip.
It's not
never closed minded
Always reminded
By my peers that I've friended
Can't wait to see that check and flex
Always ready like what's next
So what's next?
Welcome to Rap City, it's your boy Big Tigger and I'm
Happy to introduce my guest, Mr. Busta Rhymes
It's Busta Bus, you know the god you trust,
Say K, are we gon' lay up back?
Kick this bitch raw, you heard me
Like some of that ol' [Incomprehensible] shit
Microphone check, check, check one
Came up having nothing
Now I'm chasing after green
Got the game from my fam now I'm taken over the league
It's money over everything except
to the rhythm i roll
Little biddy wanna smash so i give her my phone tell her "Fuck it up!"
Fuck it up, fuck it up yeah
If she lets me enter my zone imma run
I ain’t got no microphone
I bum that shit off red
Lost my fucking phone
While rolling blunts up in my bed
Schitzo thoughts, gears turning
Yet my mind
shooting hoops or rhyming a reference
Creating hustles just to make it by
Needing more than my 9-5
So I'm getting my people high
Barely walking but I wanna
to touch the sky
And now that I got it out the way
I get by on faith
Get on my knees and pray
Make it out the day
Learn to be positive
Get the hate away
Gang
I'm on my grind, that's all of the time
I'm chasing a check I just follow the signs
God had a plan it was all by design
He made me an offer i
fit is the kid
When me start to release
Me grab di microphone and chant
Fi make me dollars increase
Sexy girls gonna flock
Cuz he's a healthy
Yeah
UmmmmHmmmm
Haaaahaaaaahaaaaahaaaa
Rise up
Rise up rise up you can keep running by the lips
And my niggas going ride up
4 or 5 niggas with da
still fly
Toyer you should buy a plane ticket to get by
The flows are many though the punches are Pacquiao
This is for my real ones just began here we go
feeling that bass all down the street
Jumped out the car on 9-0
I was wearing all white Capezio
Had my 501's, five dunkey ropes
Couldn't be saved by
That's why yo raggety ass attitude is fucked up now
Suga Free, bitch swingin' on my dick sayin', wee
The pimpin' is crackin' so I feel like mackin'
Don't erase what I did, don't erease the beginning!
You're not ready for this.
Uh-huh. You see, my name is KRS-One G
And um, see, when I be
I was born by the river
Place I am delivered
From all the sins that left my body quivered
Walked in shivered
Water was too cold
A small price to pay
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines
complain
Shit been sweet
That's cocaine on my feet
That's yo gang heard they weak
We take 50s
We take hunnids
All these millis make you Meek
Loved by
done paid my fee
This is a dedication to my brothers locked in prison
Constantly meditating, reflecting on poor decisions
It made me think about Huey
Shawty look remarkable
The landscapes was tropical, it's like that
See me in my habitat, observe while I write raps
Superb, we attack tracks like sabotaged
Say K, are we gon' lay up back?
Kick this bitch raw, you heard me
Like some of that ol' [Incomprehensible] shit
Microphone check, check, check one
Say K, are we gon' lay up back?
Kick this bitch raw, you heard me
Like some of that ol' [Incomprehensible] shit
Microphone check, check, check one
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