Lyrics:
address it I got to
This the 3rd project and so by now you gon feel this motherfucking effect
You know I been I been going through the shit and I had
[Syke talking]
I'm tired ah niggas in this motherfuckin' rap game
Talking 'bout what they done did and what they gon' do
What set the from and all
Started arguing
You ain't got no point
Like when the rocket lost James harden
Claiming you a G not even half it
If I get a meal with my nigga
Ima half it
microphones
And they all wanted back by they peeps
Sleep if you dare, 'cause death catch niggas when they sleep
Beware of the consequences, it's senseless
Born to be a winner not a loser
First I switch it on you then I'm gone
Good luck tryna catch up in the future
By the time you get this I'll be
Cease, B.I.G., boy
And Funk Doctor Spock, I mean Redman that's not Leonard Nimoy
88 keys on the keyboard
I'm down to catch wreck, take them first three
'em point the finger
Yo, one two three, peace to the real G's
Still me 'til these motherfuckers kill me
I guess nobody loves a rap singer
That's why
your rap
I'm out here, gettin hoes livin fat
While you at home, gettin sweated by your mamma
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't
a call
To stop on a rap that I lead, so I pause
I give you 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
If that ain't enough, sit down till we're done
Syndicate scorned, you act
Yo, alot of people be steppin to us like
Y'all from San Francisco right?
Nah G we show alot of love
But in the state of California from Humboldt
what nobody
Is here but you, spider and Mase
There's supposed to be three
Hundred thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't
at the Apollo
Check the promoter for my quota
Money quench my thirst like Dr Pepper soda
[Mike G]
Recognise by the ?G' at the end of the name
The aroma in
ballin
Tell scott to cut a check
I should be sponsored by Spaulding
See me in the club
Wit’ my n****s
And you know we mobbin
Everything authentic wit us
G's, you know the steez baby
Ain't no if's, no and's, no but's or no maybe's
The vibe'll drive you crazy, almost break your neck
Again we take
Cease, B.I.G., boy
And Funk Doctor Spock, I mean Redman that's not Leonard Nimoy
88 keys on the keyboard
I'm down to catch wreck, take them first three
you at home, gettin' sweated by your mama
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't stand it, so what do you say
Too $hort can't rap, no
the Zodiac
To rap you, out the stack glue, word up
My style's tighter than a fat bitch in a cat suit
surprise G, it's not wise see to size me
When I
in the notch, the lad in the notch
Spit bars and rap where I spit some bars, I spit
Completely of this smashin' for what?
It's hilarious when you
[Polo: Yo yo that look like G Rap over there?
Marley: Yo that is
P: Funky! That's him in his new Alfa Romeo
M: Yo that is real real fonkee, yo yo
One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
[ VERSE 1: Big Daddy Kane ]
Give a demonstration
To the whole rap world rhythm nation
And take a taste of this verbal vibration
With more color
I don't even rap no more
I'm done telling y'all motherfuckers that I'm the greatest
I don't flip packs no more
Cause to you motherfuckers
That seems
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Prawdziwy uliczny groove
Nadchodzi przyczajony smok
Wypierdolę was
the original seminal MC criminal
Literal lyrical, pinnacle of women who rap
The inhospitable unfuck-with-able villain
Sent here to finish you no subliminal,
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