Lyrics:
You know we had to do a remix, right? (Yessir)
Hood anthem, let's go
Gettin', gettin', gettin' (Xcel)
Gettin', gettin', gettin'
I was gettin'
wanna see me on the scene
Last thing you hear is a bang and a scream
Bare mash man want me on their team
’Cause they know from the bust I shot
Heads are
Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers
Wonder Woman armed Ghost is intelligent
Made thirty offa Def Jam I was killing 'em
Did cash
still talking that shit is absurd
My repertoire, is U.S.S.R
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
And ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't
cme thru the door
Go way more women trouble tho then eva befo
Its like a 12 inch promo..
... somthin that u might find...with an instrumental
Acapella
Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers
Wonder Woman armed Ghost is intelligent
Made thirty offa Def Jam I was killing 'em
Did cash
free when your brain's in prison?
I'm by myself but I'm still with the coalition
You don't make moves you're only just hoping and wishing
Criticize me
U.S.S.R.
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
and ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
like pussy, my low cut fade stay
B-lo
(East side of that B-lo)
Black and pink doors
Neck lit up like it's Reno
(Neck lit up like it's Reno, ah)
Big man, shotgun formation, Dan Marino
over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
Like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy
Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
No, No, No (Remix)
Jae Millz, Cam'ron, T.I
(Jae Millz)
Yea . . . you know we had to do this right here
All hoods, stand up
All rude bwoys
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
remix I ever did in my life
So So Def
These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I can say
My chick on the side said she got one
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
To the poor I pour in on in metaphors
Not bluffin', it's nothin'
That we ain't did before
We played you stayed
The points made
You consider it done
By
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
born sick
And I was preparing acapella for remix
We've always been seen as a slight deviation
And it would be cool if
Someone discovered drugs for it
For
what it is bro!
Man is over here right now, Highpoint!
Wit da gang, wit da whole gang! ya know?
Yea? Frefree my whole gang!
Yea!?
Yea, come on bro you
Remix
Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, they should salute me
So fuck who
jigga
I don't do that Michael Jackson thrilla
Barz so Raw, I spit acapella
Blings on my neck, ma feet on caterpilla
Got my tickets on December I took off
Yo, I'm like a lyrical cannibal devour what I see
Side's flow will wet you up just like the Shower Posse
It don't matter, acapella, with or without
I used to live in the back, of a holding van
Used to be offbeat, like the white girls' shoulder dance
I wrote rhymes acapella, no beat, behind bars
[Esoteric]
My blows landed, those they froze stranded
Most by most branded, for life I'm precise
These so-called perfectionists must have no
feeling like Stella
Gotta run it up by any means, active for that cheddar
I need me a diamond bust down beat, yea no acapella
Sweet tease light ice beeping
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