Lyrics:
the projects, the darkness swallowed her
they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw
so
Round one, two
Round three my niggas
I round up, you see, my nigga
Step by step we getting bigger
Leave a mess I'll pull the trigger
Je m'en fou if
name is Prince Star Shyne, call me your majesty
Out with my blood we superstars, we out here living lavishly
In high school was in Valhalla my homies
nothing wrong with loving
Who you are"
She said, "Cause He made you perfect, babe"
"So hold your head up
Girl and you you'll go far
Listen to me when I say"
bring the drama
I ran to the boone spot, and shot the dread
He fished my nickle bag of skunk weed, now he dead but
Bust lead to the head, never did
bring the drama
I ran to the boone spot, and shot the dread
He fished my nickle bag of skunk weed, now he dead but
Bust lead to the head, never did
find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it
find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it
now you got your chance to be raw
So Billy yoked her up and grabbed the chick by the hair
And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
She
Jele's here, Jele's here
Disappear, disappear (Please be gone)
N***a I been certain I'm a superstar
Never needed telling by these dudes at all
Jele's
from they thrones cause of their negligence
Death, real shit'll start comin' to light
Niggas you ain't like dickin' your wife, what?
Kind
Birkin bag and no exes
Superstar from out the trenches
Telling time from his patek phillippe
I rock Nike's over stripes
Vvs all in my ice
Say it once
you know where your head is
I was always there to help you break the fall
And now you wanna pretend that your a superstar
And now you want us to end
the greatest, you just the latest,
I'm loved by your grand mama, and your baby
[Chorus]
See my head is so big they call me jack in the box,
You can't
of donuts made it rain while she laughed
I knew the vibe I knew that I just to had to have her
Pulled up at the stop light my goal was to bag her
Honk
they're so cheap
Puttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief
Mash on my so-called cum, who the man?
While I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head (come
they're so cheap
Puttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief
Mash on my so-called cum, who the man?
While I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head (come
boy, Poppa see to put a slug in your vest
Check, I walk around the street with the black tech nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
So turn
[ODB]
Man man, look up at the sky
All the stars man, the stars is beautiful tonight
Look at em!
[Chorus: Mya]
Ghetto superstar, that is what
Bag alert
Bag alert
Bag alert
Bag alert
Cmc couch god on my shirt
Swerve hit your block and then I purge
Bag alert
Bag alert
Bag alert
Bag alert
Cmc
like a neck tat
Birds gotta fly don't forget where your nest at
I'm on track and got me running like a Ex-Lax
If I slow, then give me slaps to the head
don't know your name miss lady but you fine
All eyez on you and I'm diggin' your smile
Tell me-tell me what they call you? And your number so I can dial
the girl in the top five videos
By tomorrow this will be number one
In or way upside down on the pole
Pretty mama you know your dead wrong (Get jiggy gal)
the mind
(8) Take the head of a snake
(7) Behold Armaggedeon
(6) Ain't no love for the rich
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
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