Lyrics:
strip only get a grand a day
N' there ten of y'all on it
Pretending y'all doing it
You don't get stacks boy, you a pack boy
Be on the corner for a hundred
the fuck he ain’t go?
Bullets, they hit up his face and his throat
Bad bitch in the cut and
She givin' me throat (Gang, gang, gang)
Bet you I’m leaving
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
already some of the radio stations
Some of the radio stations
Already told me that they not going to play it
No. they told me in my face, that no
We not
try to come up over us, the radio even help em' at it
But why'all ain't got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits
I'ma keep on hurting you boys,
The most slept on head honcho
Superstar underdog 10 K TeyOh
Teflon Don serial rap killer
Let me stop you feeling stuck
I'm in the cut with this cup singing
of jeans
A favorite song to sing
And when I'm in the mood to hear good music play
I'm entertained by my favorite D.J.
I want to dance and think
di magia
Chorus 2X
Dieci cento mille mani che si alzano
Poi si muovono quante sono non lo so
I protagonisti oggi siamo solo noi
Vivi come vuoi e non
ex/X, like Los Angeles
And the nights are scandalous
Thick like big bread basket sandwiches
Choke on that, we smoke on bats
And put a hole through
every day's a perfect ten
Always gettin' caught with tactical equipment
Bringin in my Uzi on the U-P-S shipment
Cut 'em, droppin' 'em, no one says I
the streets
When hip-hop was just cuts and beats
I seen Wildstyle, dug the scene
I want to be an MC, rock, rock on, know what I mean?
I started crashin'
murder
Smoked out
Sloppy and grilling a veggie burger
You drilling the head berserker?
Man, I'm 10"2'
I got a pack of Marijuana flavored
Big League Chew
the trunk
every day is Friday the 13th with bad luck
Somehow we made it through, don't know how, somehow we do
without relyin on radio or interviews
Where my
never helped your mans
Hit a lick for twenty bands, that put ten up in his hand
You a ho nigga, and I'm livin' by the code
I got hoes down the road
incomplete?
In your life? This'll be a treat
Won't let it be defeat
Until you whole world knows you're a fool
Don't need to mention the shit by the pool
Actin
wanna roll with me but that depends
Are you coming by yourself or bringing friends
Cause I'm known for always rollin with some tens
This ain't love but
Consciously waiting to be alone, alone
The cab driver says we’re almost there
I wish you knew.***
Familiar faces driving by,
Waved her hair to make it wrong,
dinner cuz it's so much cake in plain site
Out for a fortnight in for a smoke break
Hoppin out the cab with a hundred dollar note man
A bruh what you doin,
Say what's up and come find out it
Secrets out and he crying bout it
I'm tryna count how many times I done had my mind clouded
Nine times outta ten, We
Staring at the light beams from home,
Waiting for the last train at noon,
Cold air cuts like a knife,
My heart explodes all over this life,
I wish
These tracks are not cut just for anybody,
I'm writing these songs as my therapy,
Studio sessions give clarity,
When I was young they would bury me,
Now
to paper tags
Doin' 80's down third ave Rari yellow like a taxi cab
Every pistol got a switch attached
Every minute, every second, gotta watch your back
I'm
Chevrolet
Cops pulled them over
Time to pay—the hard way
The killers stood trial
Spent 5 years on death row
In 7 by 10 feet cells
Where the time goes by real
F' the radio, like SPC
The movie room in my crib, got a empty sweet
I'm with Sway, I'm getting interviewed by MTV
Yeah I'm ill at rapping, but I'm
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