Lyrics:
a lil' nothin'
As I showcase my skills for real
[Hook x2]
There's a party over here, a party over there
A party everywhere...put ya hands up
Yeah Flipmode Squad
Yeah their ain't nothing iller
Busta Rhymes got another killer
Niggas be getting all in playing Cee Lo
We be getting money
You can tell that I'm impressed by the look up on my face
Based on every circumstance actions have a consequence
They can't put me behind bars with no
touched to be
Recognized by the Foundation
But I've come here tonight
To express another dimension
Of gratitude i think I can do it in
Three or four minutes
some money from me (boom)
How the fuck I'm supposed to tell my aunt I had to kill her son?
Used to be close but the greed fucked over our bond (these
Yo, you gots the joint?
Nah, I got the joint
Yo, who's got the joint?
We all got the joint
We all on point, we all on point
Yo, you gots the Joint?
the Victor hand me my medal
20 years and I'm stuck in time
Repeating the same old damn crime
Over and over writing the same rhyme
By now I should get with
that nose
Our sticks just beat
These bars, these flows to heat
The gang we ride in fleets
They diss us here but they end up ceased
You don't come
White sands stretched out as far as the eye can see
Found buried by the sea
The heat of Allah son will crack through Antarctica
We ride blue whales, you
of Manhattan,
They're still dancing with the stars.
While over in sub prime city,
It's getting ugly in the local bars
Watching the news only gives me
Uh, aha aha
Now now now check me out
Views for the low, nice with the bars now c
And I'm sick with the flow
You ain't even ready, but I'm here
of fixing here
I'm still thinking 'bout it dear
We'll be getting older now
I wanna get you in the bed and you'll say how
Got no sugar, got no coffee, I'll be
thing as getting involved
We need to
Get up
Even if they knock us down
They can't can't stop us, smile right back at 'em
Laugh and then get up
Niggas know we came with a lot of strong, took our section over
Took our section over (skrrt)
I know it hurt but you still told me that you lied
We
Four: Jay-Z
Hoes, flows, money, cars
Y'all wannabe stars cant f**k with none of these bars
This is real nigga rap, we can spit it through the mic
going to find you naked in position by the sea
You'll never going to find me
Peace and love, IB
I just figured
Don't need money
To be all around
I just
address
Right in the living room
Nigga you see the wood grain under my sofa
I gotta good thang going here broseph
Just leave that money right next to that
moteverden.
Scandinavian
Ambivalent
Oil money
Privelege
Obsession
Progression
Confession
aaaaaa
Bathroom Stall Confessional
Brave and gay. Married her name
and Megawatts smoke trees we on that
Getting to the money whole team be on that
Rise like a phoenix yeah boy we on that
Renegade G's hell yeah we all that
seeking bitches, I feed to my dogs
We ain't got time for that
Overnight success? Yea right, for over a decade a nigga been an insomniac
Left the gin
So you know you got to go when tech n9ne give you this track
So I call on krizz, rittz and prozak, let's go!
(here we go again! haha! hey tech,
sin in here
Lower self wanna demon-strate
Misdeal at the table keep a Ace
I remember we was hooping on a crate
Food and blade scrapes on the same plates
same name
Everybody getting high on the same thing
Focused on just gettin by tryna maintain
Every damn night
We do the same things
Same shit, different
money in these lyrics here to pay them
Lived in over twenty homes, apartments, even a Days Inn
cnd momma she told me Jason I'm sorry that you were raised
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