Lyrics:
Doin' it by myself, no co-signer
Better bars than these rappers
With they ghostwriters
Who's gonna be famous? Well
I'm the most likely
But I see the'e
dya kwase daghan ka wan gbaga
Saa a daa a daa or man nana gba ga
Mbayev e ve a fam a fa atselegh kpa ve kogh cio ga
Mbayuhyev wam agbe kpa ve gber mgba
Or I can curl up in my bed cus I'm feeling hungover
This writer's block shit's been killing my vibe hard
This is the longest I've had it now by far
All
isole deserte; il vero scopo e’ ridurre i costi inserendo sempre meno norme di sicurezza.
Gli operai di questi “Paradisi Nucleari” sono destinati alla
car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been
it's just me by myself
I could have went and got Kendrick, went and got Snoop
Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q
Could have went and got E
I am trouble in the flesh, you can't see me with the Hubble
We ain't wishin these niggaz good luck, go get a clover
This Bun B, it's "B.E. 3," this
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
error
In my e.r.a.
Not saying I'm on the level, bubble up till you peep me in between the lines
Hot sayings ought to settle, rubble silt seek me
Constitutional murders Justified Homicides
Paid off assassinations cover up suicides
Walk ups and drive bys or explosive pesticides
However you want
Ladies and Gentlemen
You're welcome to the Bad Boys Album
By the one and only Undisputed Manager
With the vibes machine
Pan pate to the world
Omo la
on faccio nulla per l'hip hop, è l'hip hop che fa per me
Teraz hip-hop robi dla mnie, hip-hop robi dla mnie
Minęło sporo czasu odkąd mój album
of the pie
Cause that's the M-O the N-E and don't ask why
It might be different time zones connections and situations
But what would this world be without
eraser
Put it up in the sky, nice and high, wave it side to side
Screaming rub e'm out, rub e'm out
Goodbye hater
Cya wouldn't wanna be ya
Fuck your
then it was weed
Then next came the wet then the syrup and V's, E's
Oxy Contin, she poppin' them pills
And if you got a couple dollars she'll hop in
off
By the realest MC, and that's me
Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets
Knee deep in the game, other half in the streets
I got that permit
the hard-core, real raw, underground
My name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!
[Xzibit]
Well it's me, down with D-are-E
X to the Z rocks any party
Rocks
keep faggot like RuPaul
troop to the new sensation fuck that whole wannabe gangster fascination
The illusion is broke, or cock albums mispoke
Eon, wreckin' shit
"A-a-a-at-at night the open mic be invitin' me to rhyme"
Mr. E-O-N must be talkin 'bout me
(Who dat?) The one and only High
Kruszę i kręcę powoli łapię ostrość obrazu
Kiedy Label usłyszysz 56 nowy album
Jestem w tym mix tape od nas masz granat
Kiedy mówię Label 56 wszyscy naraz
B-E-G-I-N-N-I-N-G
Its the beginning of my fame
And I'm here to play the game
Please don't hate on me because we ain't the same
And if you do that is
Another year, more life shit
Year's go by quick
Switched up my license
Might switch up to violence
Bro told me "hand that to me," told that nigga nah
dropping this album now
Ready lay by bucal
I´ll be the witch of the woods
I´m not the bitch of the hood’s
Driving that old Santa Cruz
Say “ I´m
the M-E-M-P-H-I-S
Tyke T the new HOV
It’s not the way I kick game
It’s not in my clothes
Baby I was born with this
I guess I was chose
I tried to be humble
But
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