Lyrics:
21 cause i aint never lackin i pump gas with my gun out
Shawty hit me up asking for a bit of clout im out
Just kiddin i got a whole album to finish
airport and New York
Fly, above the clouds like Guru
UV, a DJ producing Magic
Im Marley of the Juice Crew
Enemies you wanna move with Me
Nah I'm Kool G
I'll
to assume
My position I'll be firing my iron at ya dudes
Bang Bang my crew gang bang the slang gang
Doper than a kilo of columbian bam bam
Rocking with a king
resurrect through the night
Came alright in a flight
You jokers are flying with me
You landed right on my kite
You jokers are sippin' sprite
Man throw that
with me I'm hot"
By now I could have sold some mills and
Showed that I was so for real
While your roster fucked around
Like Lauren Hill's
Let me stop, I
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
Alotta chitter-chatter on who's badder
Tryin to climb their crews ladder
But in a feud, them dudes scatter
So we aint here to prove 'you lose'
Just
głupie pierdolenie rozchodzi się jak echo
Znów wersy niech się niosą w tłum
Dedicate for my crew
Płuc nie oszczędzają tu bracie rok w rok
Na feacie szok
We did everything collectively. Down to videos, down to, you know, what songs come out, we talked about sequencing, albums, artist signing,
spent away to do it
Lonely nights in the booth all by myself
Or I would babysit the crew they didn't know how I felt
No longer for their benefit so I
metal
So let the dust settle
Was already bad enough
Y’all getting bodied
By a man with the Midas touch
‘Cause I’m just to slick
The crew sick
Ima spit so
of 2000, the T-N-D was housin
Three slammin albums, the face is on the cover of Jet
And chillin like it wasn't no sweat
Production was fat, with lyrics
and the moon
Dey take am turn by turn
As long as my will dey turn my fire go burn
I go call your name no matter where you from
Or who you roll with
Or who you
whole album na form someone else
Tune no be your onw
Instrumental no be your own
But thank God concept and language na your own
But how far with copy copy
beats and rhymes you wouldn't believe
What I did is that you couldn't conceive
With a ho on each sleeve with a crew of niggas rollin' on D's
It's them
myself
I be drinkin' by myself, livin' shrinkin' like an elf
Next I wished for wealth, 90 million in the bank account
Young niggaz with money, that's
the industry wanna rap with me
Like it's all good, you ain't from my hood
Nigga, I don't even like your shit, I don't like your crew
I'm true, you're through,
the shadow in a video of mine
Standing behind the camera with the director
Ready to shoot an MC one time
Where has everybody gone?
I'm not on that vibe that
'cause I keep comin' wit dough, man
You steady watchin,' stealin', but there ain't no hope, man
You dealin' with somethin' bigger than the US Open
conjunction with Violator Entertainment
Bring to you, Foxy Brown
The album
"What the hell do you think I'm runnin' here, a chicken coop?"
Foxy,
exist
A beast, women hear mating calls when I spit
And your chick may be the beauty if you catch my drift
I'm up next with a dream of flames
It's time for
Yeah this one is long overdo
Like the rest of the album I know I know
Yeah
But this one is dedicated to my wife
Check it
I know we talk about this
knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate
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