Lyrics:
een album of EP
Feeling great
like a minute
Song for the Ville by J. Cole hit me different
The descriptions of an 8-mile kid's album infinite
Gives me the inspiration that I might
Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe
Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls)
Song: No Mercy
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, real
steady grinding
You can tell by the racks
By these numbers
By these cheques
Checkmate n' we aint playin chess
Yunno!
If a opp boy chatting wass I wait
Ge yeah, ge, yeah, ayyy
Get it Boyz N Da Hood nigga, Boyz N Da Hood
Ayy, ayy
Carbon 15's, A.K.'s and Mac 11's
'Bout to send you pussy niggaz
wanna ride on the pony
Call me the great like I'm Tony
Yett
Uhh
I'm up'n the fye like I'm Conan
I can whip the dope with a broke hand
If you wanna leave
I'll start cause only Jah will create it
I'll just name it Edutainment
People sit and they look at my album
like a problem, they try
(Born to get it)
Yea your boy was born to get it (Yea)
I be chasing stacks and I'm racking em by the minute (Yea)
Tryna chase my dream
I'm like Thug, I
T on the mic, TopGunning
After your neck, checkin' respect, makin' you sweat
Rhyme Syndicate boy, in effect
The rap motivator, teacher, talker, night rhyme
Lets go
(GREAT)
F*** you lil hoe,
I don't want you either
Alien Cookies put that in the ether
My bitch the baddest, I'm a believer
Hop in the Vette,
ten on this album, so forgive me for wanting just the one
It could be good, maybe we should make some music, some music not by John
I could sing
time, folks
I first got to hear Mason at our Singers and Songbirds Songwriter Festival back in April
hosted by my non-profit, Roots in the Round, and when
Saboter sur leurs clips
Pisser sur leur lyrics
Juge, prend le risque
Prie le ciel
Montre leur que t'es un homme, boy
Et joue les home boys pour rien
bourban n cola
Next time gonna come thru so far smoke style its the low c smoke
Get back in jumpin your boys who are men by the ten
One hit 2 the chin one
player
Was K.D. LeBron James with the rock, boy
Was Pauly D, wasn't playing with the shots, boy
I took the keys now I got it on lock
Don't get caught
Still rock the gin 'n juice in hand
(Snoop Dogg!)
I do it for the G's, and I do it for the Hustlaz
Here to annihilate you mark-ass bustas
Fuck
was dinner?" said,"Mine was great"
Had the salmon and beer, she had the wine and steak
Last album kind of late
That was my mistake
Shit was kind
to the limits
My flow a give you sickness
My album should be prescripted
Talking all this shit cause n**** I went and did it
Hold up wait a minute by now you
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get
If i could i get a horse n ill get to goin
Flowin like the ocean cant even count the waves
Shi be great ill climb up a mountain omaybe inna cave
When
riddin' in a Maybach commissioned by Virgil
I threw bait at the bitch and she bit it like a turtle (bit)
I can't fuck her raw 'cause her pussy too fertile
an instrumental album of sitars, pots and pans
You've done enough talking, so I know you ain't fading Sole
Have your boy Rupert Murdock fly you out,
I'll serve you
It's true great sees greatness
Ya livin life tasteless
Im out here livin outrageous
I smile when I pick up the blaster
Kill all rat boys that's
a crowd
I've seen a whole country through
The window of my van
They say I'm nice with it I'm
Just doing what I can
I chopped up the Beach Boys and
Made it
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