Lyrics:
(C-Sick)
Uh, soon as you here this verse, I'm out the record deal
They cheated twelve albums, four years, and that's a record still
Head
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
more wack albums with two joints
No more ballplayin' rappers who shoot ya two points
(No more G 'cause I'm sick of your hip-hop!)
Your flows bore like
acting like they know me more than me right
But with my confidence I don't need nobody's insight
Here we go y'all here we go y'all
Y'all bout to be
another big bum
I go in son
Making you a victim
Ain't nobody here wanna go and test cystic
Yeah I pop eyes when I cock then aim
Drive by ain't no witnesses
a legend?
I just got ten number one albums, maybe now eleven
More hits than a "Now! Eleven"
That is no reason to treat me like I'm somehow from outta
ain't got to get all extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you
Nigga you called me, I didn't
chew so here's a piece of my mind//
You a lame for the juice and you shook/
You Walk the walk for industry plays, turning more Fruit by the foot//
Hot
Tryna play and the K spray
It's equipped with the beam
All you rap niggas
Full of cap
My shit better than most
And I don't even rap
Hidden Gem album
the beat like it's my only son, my DNA
And this that southern playeristic like we was in the eight
Back in the day, I was young, broke and infamous
thank you
Think about the time when I was alone
Thought nobody gonna show me love
But baba say I will be there
So son relax you will get there
More
Too scared to fall in love
Who's your daddy
How fucking rad
Once you get on that bus you ain't got no mama no more
You got your brothers on the team
"Sauce Motherfucker" "Bitch niggas listen"
"I represent that shit, nigga bombs it son" (Repeat 4x)
"You niggas heard 'Pre-Game'"
By Sauce
acknowledge you (What's going on son?)
Step by step on this dim lit path
I gotta lead my people out of this wrath
But I'm lost and don't know if my way is
begin to fly by me
So I run to a mirror to see who I've become
I look and realize that I'm looking right at my son
But see he doesn't exist because he's
by their roots
All the roots live underground, water down me no salute!
They pimping the culture, the same vulture who stole ya agriculture
My vocab is
of Dolly
Dolly and Charlie got a son named Wally
And Wally got a girl by the name of Polly
Polly got a sister by the name of Molly
Molly and Polly got
on this shit
('Cause this pain inside)
(It never seems to pass me) see I feel even more trapped
(I said it never seems to pass me by)
Yeah
Where'd we
and tell her your son living enormous
Diamonds on my bitch flow nigga, what you talking bout?
Welcome to the album
and Crystal do but Crystal's single
Bonnie's broke and her niggas too (ha)
I can do bad by myself
Went from rags to wealth
From Jags to Bentleys to, plenty ass
mooi
Kabous kom kuier by my sy sê dis lankal al tyd
Sy bring vir my ‘n blom vir weer herinner aan die son
Sy sê blaai deur elke album elke oomblik en
to the neighborhood
As we're walking there, my buddy and I get passed real slow by two cops in a squad car
Sure enough they pull a U-turn and stop us, asking us where
[OC]
The whole city's under siege when we come through wit guns blazin
You need to take a seat son, you just started shavin
Respect ya elders,
Last night i had a vison i was the best
Woke up the following morning went to studio and gave it my best
Gavem an Album several months later they
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