Lyrics:
to get rich
Won't give my soul for this shit
I'm just hoping we win this one
For most of my friends
Rest in peace my nigga Reem
Driver seat of my Bentley
rock, I be all out of breath
My boy Adefo wanted to be a chef
But he went down South, and fell in love call me love
Cause love is gonna getcha I'ma
wanna love you
This way forever
If you let me I'll be by your side
Just let me show you
Yeah, she was a drug dealer's dream
Shake me good credit for
can smell the pack in the air
It just got passed to me
Yea I’m living by the motto “live fast, die young”
The girl sitting next to me is headed for
from inside
Party by myself I like
But I'm outside, in my clothing line
Doing my dance on stage I geek (Got geeked)
Mix Wockhardt and 'Hi-C'
Vision clear
real)
Standing on my tippy toes (for real)
Rest In Peace twenty four(for real)
I'm cool in the clutch, frozen in the whip
M-I-X man you know the deal
of mine (yeah)
No rest contest, contract to sign
By blood, I'm in this squad for life
Air out my windpipes, and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't
him
Shit only make it worse
Since a youngin', always felt I was cursed
Found my love for music with mama up in that church
Guess them prayers really
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka, shit
need there my music and weed
Best of seven I smoke more in a week (Let's see)
No throne, but I am the king (For real)
Known in Zanzibar and Moçambique
yo kid man, stop the music
rollin through my, rollin through my hood
this what I see when I'm rollin through my hood
2 to the 3 to the 4 the 5 the 6
You the home of hip hop?
Kiss my A**
And mack attack was on the streets
Dr. dre was on the beats
The traffic jam was on at 6
Dj alladin in the mix
ride
Play on the station #5
Needless to say
DJ's must love the music they play and Mix
#6 if you're good
Just because you can scratch
Doesn't mean you
looks like a techno club
We slam dance to this music
When the Tek blow slugs it's ghetto thugs
Welfare and poor education and gang love
Sitting in
Rihanna
In the mix is what I am not
I don't do the drama
Bitch I'm lit like a Molotov
Baby I'm on fire
I can't switch on my brothers
For no figures and for
down
Niggaz always drilling me, ?till they see my four pound
Bitches always feeling me, try to give me some head
While I'm in the studio, try to make
world, winter war weather
This is wu-block music for the black hooded champions
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting
mentioned
Mind over matter never worked for my nemesis
I'm in the matter of man, arm wrestlin' hands I was dealt
When I said the music business was all I
Know that I'm not involved in
Balling is so hard
So positive
They not in
But where do I begin
Told I was a sin
Told my music would never fit in
Kept
We cop sixty-three nigs
One from every spot, blunts be mystery mix
We got spots, all my niggaz stay in Bricks
While y'all stash clips in bags
hard on the streets for the love of the peeps
Niggas bring their ass in the clubs every week
Walk right past the brothers and they can't speak
love the mix.
shout out to khizzy baba.
I know you love my style.
Shout out to my mama.
Shout out to father.
Shout out to my God.
contest, contract to sign
By blood, I'm in this squad for life
Hear about out my windpipes, and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't say that line
in a whole nother zone
Still true to his roots
Stay close to the chrome
Haters stay clear of him
Ya'll stand in cheer for him
Got up out the game
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