Lyrics:
I said to myself that it really wasn't worth it
[Stikken Moov 1]
Yo, you think you're all that, 'cause you pack heat?
Seein' your own brother
That's a rap (That's a rap )
Always looking forward
Never back (Never back)
Roll that weed
By the sack (By the sack )
When I speak (When i speak)
That's
know a few
'There are 8 million stories' and they're all made up by you
That's a lie
Yo what else think when Rush, man
Gives you the biggest medallion
feels so good
Choose a lock y'all
In your face, yeah
It feels so good
Yo, P-Nut, beat that thing
Won't you warm the mic Nicholas
Can't get with
the pies over, I want to bring em too
Yo, bring it all, I want a... look
I'm alive as I can be
Hip-hoppin body-rockin MC degree
And I'm the son of G-o-d
I
gotta break it back
That pillow talkin' to the hoes like some rats
If you talkin' all that smack, Glock 40 to your back
They don't call me Lil Jon, I
of the Longhorns
With Ike & our prose always had the strong form
All while I was rebelling against the patriarch
Figured that I’d make my mark by making art
See I’ll
people go, I don't gotta depend
To a high level, I don't wanna descend. And one day, I'ma find myself and I'ma do it all by myself.
And I'ma get right,
four or five bandanas on
Tony Montana in they songs, living like John Gotti
But you check they background, they never shot nobody
They claim they from
four or five bandanas on
Tony Montana in they songs, living like John Gotti
But you check they background, they never shot nobody
They claim they from
my clone
Daddy cant even leave the kids home by they self
They acting up while I im gone
Is you finished or is you done
Must be crazy or is you dumb
ain't right
Man, you need to watch yo', bitch, cuz she be creepin' through the night
I heard all them lil' disses, but they scared that ain't alright
I
Yo I go my own style yeah yeah now check my method
On my own pal yeah yeah I never left it
Hold my spot down every time I got down
If I lay low and let the day go it'll slow my payroll
Aye-yo I'm a terrorize charge and slay shows
Ra slay flows go as far as the Barbados
of a all white Wraith
With the inside interior seat
Color of hot gravy have it lookin' like a
Dinner when I'm drivin'
My grip like my dick
It get bigger when
schools
Dyin to get busy, because I knew I had the tools
Then I got the heart and went by the set
I said, "Yo, I wanna rock the set" "Yeah no sweat"
Kickin
Baby Sham
Rah Digga
Spliff Star
Flipmode
In ya face
You wanna battle?
Yo, yo, yo
It's my time to shine and I'ma shine bright
Terrorize
Yeah it's galaxy productions we gangster up in this
It's d j phish right here letting y'all know
A little something on the dirty side
In the street
with my imagination
And all it took was one conversation
To take a million stars and erase ‘em
Can’t return words once you say ‘em
He said I’d I’ll
stop
Big L is on the other you don't stop
You don't stop and you don't stop
Mr. Walt on the beat you don't stop
Check it out yo
Yo.. I'm
a real pro
One thing; who named y'all the High and the Mighty?
To me, ya'll just sound like a couple of High Whities
You had to be on mad coke and XTC,
Hillary Duff
Giving out championship rings
We all Kings and Queens, all here together
Healing old wounds
I smell good perfume
Light shine in the room
Real
Function function, what's yo function
when I'm rollin on a busta I'm straight dumpin
don't need no muthafuckin car for a drive-by
never will I fly by, might
of
Another grand larceny pardon me
You niggas ain't even a little hard to me
Shit I spit'll slice you all
Up in yo main artery
For the simple fact we didn't
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