Lyrics:
freestyles, four styles, more styles
I'm all about pay styles like my man Short Dog
When I buss, I'm sharp like tusks on warthogs
Side I should carry a baton
when Ali clocked him
John Forte will keep you locked in
People all around
You got to recognise and witness
The Mister who swift enough to knock you
gone be a long night
Ride by myself I dont need no extra
Cause ima lil n***a who gone fight
40 wit me thats a incite
Fuck you I dont need yo invite
You
Freestyle sold on my block for top dollar
Loved by thugs and street scholars
Remember the words of my dear old father
He said "Don't stop till you
Make it
that shit by the pound
Roll it up ill burn it down
You cant out smoke me clown
Smoking purple blowing clouds
See the circles hear the wows
If yo bud
to rap about it
I guess, I often write a song by my formula
Which is 3 verses followed by 3 choruses
But never open going, yo, yo
When I hear a rapper do
What! yo This is Da Kurlzz bitch!
We aint just a gang motha fucka, but a way of life!
Yo check it! this is my boy! THA PRODUCA
All you fags
snorting white like bedsheets
Line all you rappers up ima put em' in boxes like a spreadsheet
These niggas pop stars not rappers that go for Trippie Red
Let
Build it up by any means
Don’t let your enemies
Talk you up out of energies
Star talking to your inner g
Elevate your vicinity
Lose learn a lesson
No
Scema lei quel giorno che mi disse addio
Mi ha lasciato solo che ero in freestyle mio
Baby, segna l'ora di comprare un Patek Philippe
Io non mi faccio
I can't wait till we all go out
To the laaities I say please don't grow up yeah
We make it rock yes they all know us
And the jol is too full I'm
of yo potnaz aint even yo potnaz he just a leach tryna get a feature
Niggaz will tell you pull up do a song wit em then be sneak dissin when you leavin
I
I shoulda stayed, knowing Hud? He gon' gas you to stay
I'm tellin' Hud, yo, pull over we ain't pissed since Penn State
The windows all foggy, plus
smiling chi-town stepping but ain't get no cheddar
If you a star I'm a galaxy nigga
One verse'll merk all your personalities nigga
You garbage and ain't
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
we're not tryin to hear that...
Yo, forget it, we gonna kick it off like this:
(Ain't no doubt that we will
y'all don't just understand)
(Let me ask you
y'all think slow
All my opps : better lay low
Butterfly knife in the backpack though
If you care about yo' wife, don't ever try me
Come and try me
Come
waitin' my whole life nigga
Pose to feel lucky to be alive
Goin' full fledge on E
Thinkin' killer to survive, all we really want is to thrive
Hate when yo
a letter to your ma, that's word to your mother
Too Stella, I'm a star
When at least in the gutter
Yo, Dagnarm
I'm still the same twisted fucker
To run
test for Allah
everythang you write I'ma erase yo bar
if you ridin' tonight you better hop out yo car
cause the moon tonight is traced in 5-star
I feel
bars for nothing man
You know what I mean
Fuck that shit man, I ain't gonna sit there rappin to you all night
Haha, the fuck man
Hey yo, Sha Money XL,
made we made that change
Studying side by side brothers in arms
I remember our pod 3 freestyle
Back then but we know what to do now
Teachers where
Yo the Brooklyn Bridge is gonna collapse why'know?
Yo this Wyclef Jean and the ReFugee All-Stars up in here
Yo what's this I hear about
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