Lyrics:
nothin' tangent
My mans wants the answers
How you supposed to make something from nothing?
It take more than discussion
You want it? Run it
The come up
how a G play
Especially when them hoes shakin' that ass and a DJ
Hip hop had do it big give him some leway
N security stop trippin' and you niggas be
it's a family affair
Candy paint, sweetsa dank, it's a family affair
[Bun B]
Go down to Texas, represented by long lines and G's
Where niggas'll
supposed to
Hanging with your friends
But you were always so much happier as a bore
It's been too many years
You're the oldest person here
And the DJ's
parasol umbrella
'Cause it's gonna get wetter
Better prepare ya for the C support
She supposed to spend it on that baby
But we see she don't ask-ask Paul
that we consume
Drink up become room
Then fuck up in the room with the door locked
Wake up Divorced looking for some more cock
[AMG]
When I bubble its
at Jacob's home because he was so close to us
He showed me my first rap albums, Speakerboxx, Stankonia
And when we stayed at Luis's, it was N six four
the marijuana followed by the bill
Some niggas cut by delja, some niggas cut by chill
Some niggas eat them delpids and some niggas eat them pills
Gotta get it
the marijuana followed by the bill
Some niggas cut by delja, some niggas cut by chill
Some niggas eat them delpids and some niggas eat them pills
Gotta get it
bubbles
Mic dropped but still my rapwords rumble,
Solo like hans in frozen form, thought it was supposed to storm
More than norm, call it a baker's dozen
and taken care of
Hustle to good for the bad luck
Gotta make sure it add up
Still riding them lac trucks
Confirm the back end before it back up
Free dj I'm
(Where are you ladies)
Show me the real women
I drink Pellegrino water guess it's
Something about the bubbles
Do you want the simple life
Or do you want
deaths of kids and adults
This country is so absurd
They rather sit in their rich and privileged bubble
Until the **** hits the fan and it's their family
meaningless deaths of kids and adults
This country is so absurd
They rather sit in their rich and privileged bubble
Until the shit hits the fan and it's their
pain
And pleasure, in every single measure
You miss being kissed by this lyrical treasure
Enjoy it at your leisure, cause it's gonna please ya
Master
{{Joe Mafia}}
I spark an L to a sunset meditatin
Ill thoughts got my heart racin, chest with a mason
Same blocks, ATF rush spots cats bubble humbly
make that ass suffer
What a busta, I'd salute ya
But Manny my producer, letting loose on anybody tryna steal my DJ nigga
I'm a be shooting you
It ain't
crowds start to form up
rappers form a cypher, dj's set the lights up, it's about go down, and the whole town invited
block party central, do it, even
stayed up, sleep deprivation (woo)
They on the search nigga (uh) know your worth nigga (yeah)
Tell the DJ bring it back, reimburse niggas (damn)
Chinatown (yeah)
At your local bodega, it doesn't matter
He is DJ Whoo Kid
How real is this?
How real is this?
G-unit radio (yeah)
America, welcome
you's up to the
Critics and their rebuttals
Groomed by the hands of God
I'm bout to bubble
I will never spare the rod to pop the bubble
I keep a small
get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, deeper, deeper
Into the rhyme
Chillin' in the corner at the shelter all by myself
Checkin it out
things you be needing
Girl, it shows that we gotta nag never
Never never that, never never that
I wouldn't do baby, never never that, no
Do you like it
Now
Usually when a party is given, right
It's given by a promoter, right
And the promoter has his own people distributing fliers
And advertising
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