Lyrics:
a fool
Cause I'm takin off from the tip-top of the key
with the rock passed by the Pharoahe M-O-N, see-H
the chosen lyrical soldier who backs me up
when
slang shots
Hit G spots by giving hoes back shots
I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop
this rap shit trick ya
'Cause I'll introduce your mouth to this motherfuckin' pistol
Trillville and Three 6, Juniors and Seniors of Crunk
Don't find
this rap shit trick ya
'Cause I'll introduce your mouth to this motherfuckin' pistol
Trillville and Three 6, Juniors and Seniors of Crunk
Don't find
cold when I flow, bow down to Death Row
Three wheel motion, comin' through coastin'
Who's that nigga in the G-ride screamin' out M.O.B.? Nigga, we ride
(Hit-Boy)
(G. Ry got me)
Ayo, Hit-Boy, man
I need to roll up some of that fronto you got, man
I be seeing you smoking
Yo, how that I.E. weather?
Hill's Black Sunday
Gave me the vision that I could rap one day
Still was cranking shit from our side
But I wasn't gon pass by the Pharcyde
I had my left
This is jail, 3 burners made Tina Turner dance
Probably, you kidin me? Only my man bust side to me
I was gotta be slicin the pot, if I divide it by 3
a day I question my role
Take a breath of dro a rap professional
And even though I'm high I explained it's best to grow
From Three L's Lessons Learned
heavily guarded by hollow-tip slug
Then crack down on wannabe thugs
Adapt to gat sound and bow down
Slow the fuck up, see how my foul now
Articulate,
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
know you can't fade this
Rap-A-Lot south shit
It's the 3 the motherfucking 2
So bring on your motherfucking crew bitch, we can get it on
[Big
in the lyrics of the song
We taking y'all by surprise
Blood shot eyes, crisp sweet potato fries straight from the oven
Ya'll need some lovin'
Come our
just to stay up
All the ladies love us so the niggas hate us
Motivated by the money fuck bitches pay us
I hit up my three main plugs
And asked the prices
Hartman right, at a Southside slight
With an OG crew, for sumpin' new
If I'm elected VP, i can do anything
Let's meet at the Inglewood Forum
For a rap
Hartman right
At a Southside slight
With an OG crew
For sumpin' new
If I'm elected VP
I can do anything
Let's meet at the Inglewood Forum
For a rap
and I keep it a hundred G
I'm that block on fire, it's like a hundred and three
Rappers come a dime a dozen but they don't come in tha peace
I only
Slice, roast those big boys
Banks don't matter you will be destroyed
Up and down the rap world goes
The radio rotation dominated by your flow
But I'm
call me Prospect, I'm one in a mil
One of the real, I rap but I still put a gun in your grill
I'm the reason why I catch you when your car breezin by
thankful 4 evrythang you know
You think it's eazy bein me na hold on dogg
Let me explain sumthin to all of y'all
I got a mama an' a daddy 3 bruthas no
2.3 Me cnd My Dawg
Me cnd My Dawg
We are
Rap Stars
Me cnd My Dawg
We are
Rap Stars
Money Verse
I'm back, you know what I'm sayin'
you know what
rap shit
Get blown off the face of the Earth by the G.P. click
Whoever wrote the book on hip hop we revised it
Now adapt to the Shaolin chapter
in the head, left us out to dry
But we some G's so you know, we get by
We gonna do what we gotta do, Ghetto Kids stilo
I'm a leave it right there cause
B.I.G
Big Boss you feel me same shit
Mo money mo problems
Tell me how Im gone solve it
To get right here I done made some sacrifices
Hate it
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