Lyrics:
on the streets I'm a beast hear my bark (Woof)
Tryna shine a couple LEDs in the dark
Light it up
Everyday's a new reason to spark
Watch a season of Archer then
with aluminum
Then I'm putting two in 'em
You can't touch me, I've been devil sent, wanted for embezzlement
A lot of other things, but that's
a positive note, my auntie having a baby
Congratulations, she on rocks
Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh!
whatcha got
'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock
I said one, two, three, four
Tell me, Wonder Mike, what are you waiting for?
Said-a hip hop,
for my nigga bubble
Yo Homie turn cold you can’t think nothing of it
Acting like you gone be ready to roll
I got the strap by the seam of my clothes
to thumb suck
Once sought a life thought it right to write about
Now gets raped by aryans in the big house (OUCH!)
[Mr. Lif]
Ted did 20 years for growing
my repetoire of romance
oh damn Whisper
somethin' to your ears
then we go dance
To the music so fresh
who you roll wit
When I spark hits can you
swear
And if this album flop I promise
I'm not giving it up
Positive energy Darryl
You can't think like that
The world watching stay focused
You can't blink like
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
absorb the mood
Positive vibe supplied by a positive crew
And negativity exist and you must acknowledge
You can be intelligent and never go to college
on then
Then I'm back to the top for a year
MCs wanna see me flop for a year
So they can sit in my spot for a year
But when I came to the game
My plan was
[Jay]
Deliverin, I'll deliver and give ya
Whatcha been waitin (one two three) for/four
This, is the gift of the gab
That I had when I came out the lab
Uh, chopping garlic by myself
You know ain't nobody worried bout' yo health, right
(Right?)
Keep a condom by my belt
You know better than to trust
IT COULD END UP GOLDEN LIKE FLEECE (4x’s)
|VERSE #1| DucePlaya
Nah you aint opp’in it you aint rocking hits, you aint repped the home, you aint been
grooving
Let's get to it
Constantly improving
No stress, just coolin
Ain't no time for losin
Let's get to it
Head high when you choosin
Positive movement
that you gon ride for me
I feel the vibe that you really nice but how I know that you right for me
You feel alright and you hit my line then baby girl
to fit in
While I labeled their faces, turned them to my motivation
I brought home all the power from the world
Turned it into music then I sang it out
of the
Things you were hoping to address by
Going away, and then you get back
And do this sort of thing
Is your relationship to this
Stuff at all different?
What
gangster make you crumble up, like a candy wrapper
That nigga MTG, he was something then I came after
Im fucking Exceed, nigga, passing up all of you
came on the scene!
Welcome to: Our House, give it up for Slaughterhouse!
Everything you been asking for, yes, I'm about to give it to you
You ain't
whatcha got
'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock
I said one, two, three, four
Tell me, Wonder Mike, what are you waiting for?
Said-a hip hop,
to get jiggy then catch 'em in reverse, yo
With a verse that's worse than the last one
Some say boof, Even though you used to diss Jamaicans
position so get back to where you came here from
I'm serious, my flow is sure to leave you in delirium
Delirious, delicious rhymes, so thank me if you
was very depressed and
I was in and out of the studio everyday just
Pumping it out and I think I made enough music for three or four albums so
Forgive
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