Lyrics:
to stop by and check us out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind
Shook his head like, "White boys don't know how to rhyme"
I spit out a line
it, the boy still ain't graduated
I must say they cap the greatest (be real)
My team is mature, the bags are secured
Surrounded by addicts addicted
REFRAIN
Lacy and lonely
Like a bug
Baby fate a baby tee
I'm in a line
Gonna make a move
Cross the State
Rolling it wide
Hey!
Submitted by
you! All lives can’t matter till black do
Hey queen, hey king
I see you! All lives can’t matter till black do
High key invaded our psyche but you know
p
Lord by my side you'll see
I'll Cleveland Brown this beat but I'm still a family guy like Pete
Lean and bop when I step on street
Nike boy just
Porsche that divorce me from all that
Fuck it wear the all black air force ones with the ski mask
Tell me where the keys, weed, DMX CD's be at
Keep
up some black leprechaun
In the Grubba leaf
Pick me right up woah
Pick up the mic or the keys or the pack i don't care it's a flip it's a buck it's
turn him up"
You on that "I never heard him don't turn him up"
That was a CD, eject it and burn it up
Cut on dat J cause he gonna come with it
That boy
Welcome to Rap City, it's your boy Big Tigger and I'm
Happy to introduce my guest, Mr. Busta Rhymes
It's Busta Bus, you know the god you trust,
through minds, I chase
Babylon, and, Pure Lands
Diary of
A Black Buddha writing sutras on these instrumentals
A Black Boy, found, naps in the pen
look like tens
Pulling up in an all black Benz
Bet you never thought I’d leave Low-key
Never thought I’d be that somebody
Doing all the things that
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
empire, no realtor rap
I probably got a billion raps, uh
I'm bout to pass a bill to rap, uh
If I don't get signed with Cole by Hov I'll ghostwrite and make
Don't like the way he's treating you
Oh what a bummer
No point in playing by the rules
Let's get in trouble
He thought he had what you needed
Really
Same with Chuck's orange suit
And his sunburst fender
Howling wolves aren't out in front
Sitting by the bus in black
And the eerie muddy waters
Making
They judge me but don't me
Ion fuck w y'all I'm low key
Imma do it all by my lonely
She told me she think imma blessin
I'm fly she like how I'm
flip the crack
And I'm quick to click and spit the gat
I be dipped in black
Sip the Coke mixed with Jack - Calico, clip to match
Like: where them cats
Buck down
Squad pretty hittas, ride sim simma
Ride low key in a all black bimma
Y'all know Keysh ain't lookin' for no beef
Mans in the street tryna
blue by tonight
Beaded noose round the neck kinda tight
They be like
How you lonely in a room full of god
He don't answer and my thoughts getting
just don't believe that shit
Where were you when I was lonely And needed you to hold me
Back before I got good at this music biz
Yeah you didn't want me,
Roll with Dreadknotts, Cardy boys, and a mil', phat killas
Raw CD twelve, but don't mind that
And we should hit the telly up, I got the Remy
CD twice, they see me in the streets
They be like, "Yo he nice, but that's on the low though"
Be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my show
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