Lyrics:
these lil' hoes melt, I did this shit by myself, never needed no help
I took what the dealer dealt, I sold my soul to get rich, I just needed some wealth
The rap game, hip-hop 101
The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
You can't learn this shit in no history book
You ready to rap, motherfucker?
The rap game, hip-hop 101
The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
You can't learn this shit in no history book
You ready to rap, motherfucker?
at the corner
We know no lickses played out licks
Once I was top 10 to porterflick
Champagne caught up in the mix
Dance! Put yourself passatoos
Radio Mass
the excuse of 'National Security'
By the lying shits who were interested only in saving their political skins.
It didn't matter a fuck to them how many died
hair get to switching up
I ball like Dennis Rodman
She won't catch me in the club
I'm always on some house shit
Fuck your favorite plug up
By the way I
blessed
Master V does some other shit TV's in the head rests
Never wear no vests because I got mad love
I catch respect when other niggas catch slugs
Fuck the radio if they don’t give me airplay
And fuck donald triumph cause he fucked up usa
I’m bearing all arms always stay on my soldier shit
beat
Me and Ren in the black CE, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by the D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully
(Ahhh)
like and open sign
Aint no lock I can't unlock
Shit don't phase me
Time won't stop
If it don't pay me I don't talk
If it don't pay me I don't mind
beat
Me and Ren in the black CE, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by the D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully
no moe
Ion mix lean with the crown no moe
Shawty asked why I ain't around no moe
Ion gotta serve it by the pound no moe
Plug ain't outta town no moe
I'm hallucinatin'
Really came from the bottom, mix the purple with the green
Cuh geeked on the cup, Steve Urkel on the lean
Give me R&B vibes, no
your Bronco hat, you can have that shit back 'cause they suck
It's just me, you and the music now, Slim
I hope you hear it, we're in the car right
When you gonna be a star
When you gonna make it big
When you gonna have a radio hit
When you gonna give up on this pipe dream shit
We ain’t done
No
up six
Friday's the Red Alert radio mix
Then comes the day that nobody plays that
Punishment wish in the crib
Time to go chase the dibs
On a Saturday
And, by the way, your baby
Mamma sucks some good dick, suge
And on some real shit, cuz
You know what's happenin'
I'm just gonna crip on yeah
(This is
the pavers giving out bars like free lunches
Shouldn't be stress by next man success
That hating shit gonna put your ass in debt
Your career left in the red
We ain’t got the time to worry ‘bout what mix and match
We ain’t got the time to worry ‘bout what’s this an that
Too fly
Barely even getting by
All you
dumbass opp gon' think with his dick
Slimey as hell, nigga, gimme yo' stick
Put that shit on, mix the Prada with Rick
That boy not shootin' that gun, he
Life
By Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
In front of your optical to slow you down
And every time you think you've
Seven! (Where the fuck is the weed?)
Seven, you got the weed?
Yo, is the weed here? Seven
Anchor, I want you to "beat Seven down"
Yeah, no problem
Yeah, yo
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
shit!
Yeah! We laugh, this is TBM radio
You're rocking out with your boy
I got some boys on deck and this boy
He go by the name Fred The Godson!
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