Lyrics:
You know I been doing much better
Ain’t caught in a mix
Ever since I been ghosting and cutting what’s potent I been on my shit
I swear I don’t
I'm going there to give 'em cash, hear 'em laugh bring 'em back
If i cant tear down these walls I'll slip 'em through the cracks.
If that crack ain't
don't need no gun
But it's the 90's and n****s don't bump by the end of the round
The clown bound to dump, young chump
You don't wanna get caught up in
asked me why im going ghost
Keep ah fye up on my hip , you know I can't never slip
Don't got time for no sh** you can't catch me in the mix
I'm from
walking, talking trynna' do it like me
No you don't do it like me
I know a lot of man that think they do it like me
I know a lot of man that think they
just a couple of name's who
Paved the way up in this game
Fresh Tracks, Rap Attack, yes Nasty Nes
Sir Mix-A-Lot and DMS
Emerald Street Boys and Kid
me the rock
Steph with it when I’m given a shot
Motivated by the ...
Motivated by the tick of the clock
Get what you give so I give it a lot
Late
a change
Not doin a lot of talkin bout it what's yo game?
You slippin you can't never do that
That's when you get jacked
For yo life over your emotions
behind ya
Would thought I was a caveman in a cold world way I go sit By the fire
Better listen up watch who you try nigga like ma leave you slup
They gone
see through but you can't get to the inside
You sit there and wait
I look at you and anticipate
What we could be and what we could do
Fly the wings
Hello, could I speak with, Bushwick Bill?
Hello, this is Bushwick, motherfucking Bill
Yes sir, I'm calling to inform you that you have been
want to see a nigga broke
You can't slip, if you slip you're out
You gotta know what you're talkin' about
Drop science every chance you get
Hit direct
givin' brain like a nizzerd
I ain't gettin' money, what you say, come again sir?
Sucked off in the loft, gettin' top's where I been sir
Gettin' drunk,
the lights, let party begin
Mix a little love, get the mood jumpin
From New York to Miami by ten
I think I'm ready to go
High, every time that we hit up our
Credit good I’ll make it where you can’t walk in yo own hood
Pissed I can’t do a song with Casanova
Fed time they itching for us
Off the lot with
As Sudhama reached Krishna's palace.
He was stopped by the gatekeepers.
Hey you! Who the hell are you?
Sir..
I want to meet my dear friend, Krishna?
Can
outta here anyway"
I use peoples before they use me
'Cause you could get got by an Uzi over an OZ
That's what a OG told me
Gots to find someplace
outta here anyway"
I use peoples before they use me
'Cause you could get got by an Uzi over an OZ
That's what a OG told me
Gots to find someplace
me do the old man dance boy
I smoke plenty grass boy
I'm touching on the ass boy
Go ahead and Sir Mix-A-Lot put it on the glass boy
I'm from
Five mil a year, that's Gucci
Smoke a blunt, pop a pill
Snort a line, who cares
Get the popcorn out, it's a movie
Sir Mix-a-Lot, serve bricks a lot
but I drown em in this rapping stuff
I gotta get it man, I gotta buss
I done lost you, I can't afford slip again and fuck it up
I'm sorry that I went
you that you have been drafted
into
the United States military]
The United States wants me for what? Hahahaha
[Excuse me sir]
Hahaha
bitch celebration
Lots of hard work and dedication
Got ya eating real good, looking real good
Wonder where are you baby
This a bad bitch celebration
Lots
with that? Cause if you ain't clown,
We from the D-O double G, we groupie true, and slow down
Slow down (slow down now) cause I can't take the heat,
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