Lyrics:
on a mission
They hooked, we supply the addiction
Only multiplyin' addition, no division
Drive the coldest edition, exotic bud twistin'
Got it out the mud
I'm on Pluto getting domed by indigo hoes
These smurfs love my hose they really petite
Makes my dick look like 2 feet
Turning green they envy
How I
Wasnt tripping I was kicking it with Wifey
She between a double-nickel and a dime piece
Harlem garden grew God all of them
Surprised by all this cuz now
like a bad habit
But if you wanna try have at it
God gives me everything I need with a full supply
I don't look like much but don't fool your eyes
My
hate it/ became an adult gettin so faded/ receivin topped by bitches like we was datin/ naw just a favor of bein serenaded/
It’s 2020/
Out to make
a bitch /
Everybody fucks it hard /
Jewels on my neck /
Chain reaction on my heart /
Call me by my name /
Look me straight into the eye /
Gold
the greatest rhymes
Learn a thing or two from pioneers ahead of all the times
Working on an album, Jay produced, let me speak the truth
Ready or not, here we
want's to
I only want him to live if he wants to)
This is the last track that I wrote for this album because I keep prolonging the inevitable
This is
nothin' less
Supply what they demand
Ain't no time for the rest
Trust
Year after year it's a bet (yeah)
Put it on the album (yeah)
Haters still doubt him
chemistry
Creating pure bars like their methamphetamine
Rappers say to get on their level so I gotta skydive
Spit a 16 swiftly then I dip like a drive by
started hitting my own supply
A fiend getting high, fucking with googly eyes
'Til an art critic came and gave my shit a try
Now I'm on top of the world
Feel
"Fly" Snuka
Tomahawk dunk on all of you five-footers, uh
Speaker knocker, this that 45 woofer
Slaughter guys, and this hit was ordered by the Butcher
the chopper and the bitch is always by my side
Down to ride
You know ima catch a homecide
Pussy nigga try me swear to god he getting crucified
Tears up in my
[Intro]
Yo, this song is about, well I guess this most of this album is about some of the relationships in my life, past, present and future
Uh,
be home at prolly by nine
I met some people that got
Some issues just like mine
Singular punchlines for the Sinai
Think you can step to me? I
Don't
slackness (Uh)
Pete Rock's sounds of blackness (yeah)
The dark gauges the flavor I supply
Now it's do or die
(Woo) , others are rolling the chocolate thai
I
still want to know when the album coming out
Ask the teenagers, OG's and Ask the kids
What they definition of Classic is
Timeless, cause age don't
still want to know when the album coming out
Ask the teenagers, OG's and Ask the kids
What they definition of Classic is
Timeless, cause age don't
the U-S- Impe
Massive land grab to kill all who resists
30, 000 Have suffered by his bloody hands
The conditions become right for a proletarian
Rev
The 3
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
off
How, nigga? My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They wanna know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it
to cloud nine
Give me a second, let me roll up
We can hop up on my Nimbus Cloud
You wanna get by
Man learn how to fly
My nigga Goku, he died
Blunt hitting
a couple of Rosarios
DJ Quik and Suga Free on the stereo
I'm the king of the area - barrio Barbarian
Interrupted by my bitch asking if we can go
guys choice of friends
How you spend a set trend
Licking nighties round the bend
He idolised by men and women and men
Even gang ends, all demand them
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