Lyrics:
One two three four five six seven
Rap like hell make it should like heaven
Seven six five four three two one zero
Black supermen is back as your
[Chorus:]
What's up playa? You looking slick with that
Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match
Check this out here whodi lay on the ground
For
thought, he can be tamed in a lyrical war?
(I guess he's playin')
We nodey come fool like SDK
If your rapping cadence dey sound like you're getting raped by
ride this one's for the killers and dealers
still bout it bout it nigga now the world gone feel it (3X)
stomach pains in the ghetto and I'm starving
ride this one's for the killers and dealers
still bout it bout it nigga now the world gone feel it (3X)
stomach pains in the ghetto and I'm starving
and love it, sort of chilly
Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for phillies
After being blessed by the herb's essence
I'm back to my rest,
this rap shit trick ya
'Cause I'll introduce your mouth to this motherfuckin' pistol
Trillville and Three 6, Juniors and Seniors of Crunk
Don't find
wit some L.A. freaks, baby
It's Friday night
[Chorus]
Straight sellin' with my Texas G
Stayin' sucka free as I L-O-see
It's Friday night
(two, two)
One, two, three (ah), hit me
M.I. by night, frate
È dai tempi del Leoncavallo quando
Oltre lo sballo avevo il rap, i graffiti e
Say I won't go drop a double album, and rap double time on all dub-step
Got no producers, just me rockin' over beatboxin' by Dougie Fresh
Say I won't
music I ain't talkin' 'bout rap
You talkin' 'bout who's hot I ain't talkin' 'bout that
The conversation is changed Lets yap about that
I don't run rap
stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul
[3] - I'm going to vauco in my black seville
I follow two my behind a truck with half a mil
I make my first stop at my homeboys ranch
I ask him
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
south n the hairs all ginger
You're jus a regular g ya not grease
I'm not a regular g i'm top 3
Wait who's petting the scene to stop me
How you bunnin
Three-fourths of every store has only rap on their racks
Rap force goin strong, on and on
Take a few seconds, to say peace to Sarah Vaughn
Now back to the steel
of terror and endless bloodshed
Pity was not spared for no man woman child or rapper
And believe
For his rap was felt by everyone
And this time when
Whips so clean they be posted at the green light
Aye this one too authentic, this little groove i finished
We make them moves y'all mimic, but keep them
to tell that I'm doing well
A wholesale, cook crack 'till my clothes smell
And if it all goes well by the end of the year
then I'm gone, I ain't going
me
Sometimes I be tripping
Acting like I'm on my lonely
I stay with a unit
Can't do it by myself
Takes a group to start a movement
Three headed
live by
In the streets wit it its either do or die
Never been sweet couldn't duck the sweep tryna make a g an turn
It into three told natti poo kuddy
a gangsta
These boys got you fooled, no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
For nearly three summers, I was known by
the history of rap they've never seen such prominence
Your naïve confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)
Now let's get back to this mic on my arm
of rap they've never seen such prominence
Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance
Now let's get back to this mic on my arm
If it ever left
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