Lyrics:
While other's go wit' the flow
I ain't never been the one to follow trend
I do my own bit, can't keep up with the Joneses
I'm on my own shit, I don't
there's so much chaos
Endless flame from my thrower, I drew a seance
Frame to frame like the MoMc, I'm going cray on
Every page to destroy ya, don't play
Have you heard about the big strong man?
He lived in a caravan have you heard about
The Jeffries-Johnson fight?
Oh, what a hell of a fight
You can
mouth do the best work undercover
(T-Roc) Chorus (2x)
For those that be lying through they teeth I can see it
You claim you a virgin but you
by stitch, ain't this a bitch
Sweeter than lemonade, stronger than a hand-grenade
Rhymes are laid, go deeper than a mermaid
Louder than a siren, I'm
gangway
You better hit bull's eye, the kid don't play
And if there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice, ice baby
because we
Don't know any of those people
Personally at best
They will offer bewildered
Cautious respect if
We give them coke followed quickly
By a polite
ride out like the Lone Ranger, and Tonto
Ha-Ha
what's up Big Bob?
Big Swole
Jimmy, huh
Dj Daryl
Beats By The Pound nigga
'Maine
Big Mo
All my
or mercy Johnson
I don't discriminate but if I had to pick one scene
And my life was a movie you'll know I'll risk it all though
Please tell dj cuppy that
That's the alkaholiks functions, conjunction junction
The remix version for all the brothers out there
That got shit on they chest and just wanna
blinded by the flashing lights
Had the freaky bitches chilling on the side
They Tryna rest I'm Tryna keep the vibe alive
Remember days I was working 9-5
a mushroom, cloud, bow, now
Now pipe down don’t get too hype, lately I’m tryna do
Right, for instance the other day I burnt the muthafuckin
Booth
Don't exist
Can't get in cos you're not on the list
Go home you're pissed
Like, ain't got a strap but
They roll with the bally
Ain't got a strap but they
not a whole lot you can do then
A-wop-bop-a-loo-bop-a-lop-bam-boom!
Next up what-up you got the whole damn crew
So I grabbed them by the wrist
on the land of the wicked
Genocide to the sick and twisted
By sunrise they be all missin'
Debts paid in blood, now hell's they prison
Body bags, oh body bag
plug
They ain't gonna do me like they did Adam22
And that's on God (Yeah)
My heart empty like the Sahara
She don't see a future with me
It's not in
[FRANCISCO]
No
I had to do it man
Official Remix
Detroit Stand up
Dj Z
No one on the corner got swagga like me
That can say they unsigned doing shows
really have to do it like that dawg
Me and shawty grooving we attached like CatDog
It's a real vibe we just living like that dawg
Over there mad we don't
to the top
Yeah
We're going straight to the top
Straight to the top
We're going straight to the top
Yeah okay
KP the label they know by the sound
We're
Shaquille O'Neal
Lebron James
Michael Jordan
Magic Johnson
Start that business now, don’t be afraid, go for it and all in the community support Black Owned.
lord
I put my mid up to haters I know they fed up, they hate us (oh lord)
Please do not ask for no favors I do not like lending out paper (oh lord)
If
about it I really do it though
Hit the spot and I be trapping up out it you don't know who I know
Put my city on the map and I got it popping in who they
a badboy grime remix then just give me or Skepta the P, safe!
You hype too much, but I don't see you fight too much
That's why you're not liked too much
and seek personal gain
Or maintain some type of pain
Cause they don't give away hot lunches out here in L.A.
Yo peace to the Dub and the Maad Circle
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