Lyrics:
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!)
Uh, sixteen I bought a strap (no bap)
Seventeen too many guns, by eighteen I caught a case (facts)
In here
Ayy damn
Alright, let's get activated ayy, yeah
I ain't got no love
For no fake-ass, actin'-ass
Rappin'-ass nigga
I'm a dopeman, trappin'-ass nigga
(Acts 2)
How can I say I believe, if I don't follow suit,
That's like biddin four in space, but only makin' two, (James 2:21-26)
Claim we really love
8ball 4-tay speese-weeze spice-weeze ya smell me?
It's e-feeze muthafuckas ain't understandin' the signs of this
I cuss a mutha fucka out
Niggas
i'll be the best one
Outro - Joel Haver (4: 24)
We've been made to believe the
Things we love are, impractical you know
This is your life we're talking
a dream
A dream caused by machines(CLEARANCE)
Takes a lot of brain power to run this machine
But, I can do it(LET'S GO!)
HOOK
4am thoughts
4am thot
by any other name, smell just as sweet
Spit so hard, but I'm smart as the Bard
Come through with a Union Jack, full of yard
Akala, Akala, where for
I wanna make love love sweet love
I wanna make love
I wanna make love love sweet love
I wanna make love
I wanna make love love sweet love
I wanna
of seven knew I'd be the man
I'm just rappin bout my life but they don't understand
I was taught to get it on my own don't need no helping hand
(Yea)
I'm
when I'm on the mic, I do serve well
And I go by the name of the Rapper Jalil
*Four minutes left*
Now sit back, relax, put on your head gear
Get ready
Ima young nigga
Love chasin tokens Staying focused
Since a jit I been thru shit
Got so much weight up on my shoulders
Eaton street Infront
the G.
And I bring the B-O-M-B,
Nigga.
[Chorus]
It's in my blood.
Smokin, sweets, drink forties to the suds,
And fuckin' wit' these thugs, nigga.
holla)
Now I just wanna love ya (just wanna love you, Hov')
But be who I am (you know you love me, Hov')
And with all this cash (mo' money, mo'
holla)
Now I just wanna love ya (just wanna love you, Hov')
But be who I am (you know you love me, Hov')
And with all this cash (mo' money, mo'
Tupac shakur,
Rappin 4 tay at the players club
Or the lunch room
You get ated up
By this lyrical never gave a fuck
No matter matter what the wager
to drive any bitch insane
Well dolemite is my name
And rappin' and tappin' is my game
Oh yeah? well me tell you somethin' mr. dolemite
The shit you
sweet
We never pressure them niggas to come out the house
When it's smoke kause they rather tweet
Don't get out here acting like you in that action
back up off the sippin'
I been heavy on the smoke
I'm like Kobe in the 4th, nigga I could never choke
And I think I fell in love the way she put it in
to know [Wanna let you know]
It aint where I been [It aint where I been]
But where I'm bout to go [Top of the world!]
Now I just wanna love you [just
gettin one mo chance to suck dick,
Hataz who be waivin they hands, duck quick,
We buck shit,
Yo gift be the four-fifth,
Tough niggaz play sweet, park we
No Limit Studios, what's up?
Who dis is? Who dis is?
Nigga, this Rappin 4-Tay, who is this?
Oh, this P
P?
Yeah, this P
P?
Yeah (if this
No Limit Studios, what's up?
Who dis is? Who dis is?
Nigga, this Rappin 4-Tay, who is this?
Oh, this P
P?
Yeah, this P
P?
Yeah (if this
Intro: {Talking}
The Bay Area, the yay-yay
That's right, fo' flavors
Rappin' 4 Tay
It's for them suckers, whodi
[Verse I]
You baller blockin'
or Queen B
This ain't new news
Don't confuse
From the dark hues
Jazz and blues grew
Side by side too
Preview what I have in store
The tambourine is here
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