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Don't come back to class yet
Dogs at my locker cause I
Hid it in my backpack
Stand up on my own two
Stand out from yo whole crew
Different since my
but do you know who you are?
(Richard Pryor: You go down there looking for justice, that's what you
find, just us)
chorus 1: (4X)
chorus 2: (4X)
I stop by the club, 'cause it ain't shit else to do it
I'm on the guest list, it's E-Swift plus two
Stepped to the bar, 'cause, it's a bad habit
motherfuckers around you
The daps, the hugs, smiles and fake love
Take a look around you, probably got one in your crew
I had one or two, shit had me sick
wanna lift you up but you don't know how much I'm benchin
That was back 2 years now
Computer steer now
I drive right by you middle fingers and I throw
Loaded ya dig!
On God
I wanna be a legend
I can’t block my blessings
I do 1st place can’t do 2nd
I’m so tough with love
I live by laws
And morals,
and
Chorus (2x):
Now who you is nigga?
I'm Mystikal nigga
Now who you is nigga?
I'm Busta Rhymes nigga
Now is they wildin with us
And getting rowdy with us
Now
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
Life is good in the hood and when I skis it snows
Portable hard drugs autoshotguns we got thugs
Get my cock sucked by rock groupies and pop sluts
Weird
you that dude that used to rap”
That pissed me off so much I ain’t know what to do with that
Saved by the bell shit now ima take it to the max
Yea, I’m
Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife
Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto
Mama she used to say, morning comes and goes
Mama
live off it for three days
And when it's done, who's the next victim today
I'm trife nigga, and I don't live by BIBLE life
I yap the nigga ripe then
Uh-huh, who, just smoothing it out, right now
My nigga Halloween, we gon' get rich this year, nigga (see)
Sip on this little bit of odor, made
grow, live surpassed the end... we are as the wind! (Jacob)
:44 Whirlwind! Wagon Flying! Round And Round It Goes! When It Drops! Who Knows? (Choir)
:45
Drum Dummie bitch ass nigga
These ho ass niggas just be woofin'
These niggas ain't talkin' bout shit for real
I know niggas who, who who who
Who
necks
I was in the shadows, I came to the light with a path
Us spitters who wanna be first and never be last
I've been ahead of the game, I've been
and you will never switch
(jrb?) juggalo rydas bitch!
Did you beat your girlfriends who dissed your boys
Did your crew's name originate in Illinois?
Do
ujaagara
Hail to Hanuman, the ocean of wisdom and virtue,
Hail Monkey Lord, illuminater of the three worlds.
2. Raama doota atulita bala dhaamaa
Anjani
through me, niggaz live out they dreams
Throw the ones in the sky or up in the bing
I do it for them, when I'm crackin' them rims
See me doing solo, silver
Shit who you think I got my whole style from dem live shows
Before da twenty thousand seat arenas, before cocaine
You Scott Laroc back to back in dem
catch-up
My daddy live right by the trap but I ain't gon' say I'm a trapper
Ay, Ay
I'ma tell you, no cap
I feel like she live in my lap
Her other dude fell
(Yeah, I make it red but my beat came from Bloublood)
Yeah
Feelin' like Bslime, livin' like DaBaby
Long live hawk, long live BJ
Long live Big
ain't no reason 2 live
You gotta die Nigga
I can from da highest temple yea
slicing all da giants
And said fuck school
I thought why not I push da line
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