Lyrics:
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
(Couple DT's)
Fo' or five of them big things they call shoppas
See I was raised in the slums
But niggas tote guns distribute and run
Watch out on the one
You need a nigga that'll put you in your place
Put that dick on ya at anytime of tha day
A nigga that'll give ya a lil' somethin' if it's right
and paved the way, for me to say
The things I say, and I'm proud to be straight from the Yay
To U.K. I spits this big time talkin' shit all day
Nationwide,
that'll spazz out
Spazz out choppa get the popping blow ya mother fuckin mind out
Mind out i'll pull up in that black truck and i'll wild out
Wild out open
got wise by hard livin'
I sleep all day, smoke haze, manage` women
I spit these hard rhythms, it feel like a car hit 'em
So leave that boy alone, can't
another rapper that's useless
You want a career off of music? well here's what the truth is
You'd be broke without your 9-5, so you'd better thank God
mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes sell 'em straight to you
All that shit niggas talking just cant be real
I dont need a record deal, I need
And I stole the show
I've never felt more alive
Crumbled papers in my room
Scribbled with ink in maroon
We'll all be gone so soon
Even though it's hard
blunts till my arm look like Popeye
Till the day is bye bye
Till then, three hundred G fly by, rented
So foggy windows look tinted
We just be lookin'
tryin' to stay 'til five
Hopin' them quarters stay at five
while I'm killin' they can't stop me
before the day arrive I'll be coppin' again
So fuck
on the fourth day
You're so sweeter than sorbet
And I don't care what neither of y'all whores say
I got swagger that'll make your whore obey
I'm giving them them
dope' though
A n**** be working got yo city in a choke hold
Got 1 for the 5 selling 5 on the low
Dollar sign getting mine, make a line by the door
I'm still burning duct tape.)
Bitch!
Nigga, this rap shit slow?
I'll be back selling blow
Posted right there by the store
Selling narcotics for
aint wanna be poor since the day i was 5
Rockin all of this ice so my shooters can slide
I dont even like jobs imma stay with this nine but im giving you
only been mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes sell 'em straight to you
All that shit niggas talking just cant be real
I dont need a record
heading in a direction that'll end up with me dead
Not accepted by the people 'round me, they just see red
I'm stuck inside a cycle
Where every day's
maybe 5 years When I got me some mills and a crib By the sea
Hate me or love me it really don't Matter cuz Imma still get it, by any Means, by any means
Just kick a little something for them cars that be bumpin'
Yeah alright, but we need a beat that they can front to
Oh, that'll work
Be funky
You
Just kick a little something for them cars that be bumpin'
Yeah alright, but we need a beat that they can front to
Oh, that'll work
Be funky
You
maybe more
Man I Swear some days I don't even know what's in my core anymore
I don't think it matters what ya say
As long as you say them nice, that'll
can not be
Unless, Armour, Swift, Cudahy
They must all agree…
A conspiracy at play?
Mr. Knox, what you say?
V 6
Knox
My guess is, I’d say you were
days are coming back one day
I know that better days they coming
When it's coming well
I don't know when that'll be
It started off as a form of self
Old friends say I'm getting big
Going out to eat that'll make my day
We about to be super seniors, tell that to Monet
Life is good so as vengeance
Don't
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