Lyrics:
by what I'm 'bout go through
Pray
Delivery me in thy righteousness
And cause me to escape
And climb thine air unto me
Save me Lord (pray for
twenty bad bitches with the matching outfits
Hook
[Fresh]
I was the man in kindergarten and a pimp in first
A mack in second grade by third it was worse
[Featuring King Tee]
J-Ro:
Yo, I'm from Killa Cali
I wrote this rhyme in an alley
The tall can MC stepping fresh out the valley
I’m never gone stop
E400 4matic drop top
I be fresh as hell when I pull up on your block
I’m ballin I’m ballin I’m ballin I’m hot
Had to get out when
else, I think once to myself, I think once to myself (not one time)
Only blamma to the left (damn) I'm up in the booth by myself
Never came for
change with
Be the same bitch I'm gon' shake off
The monster of the mid yo
Quick to Richard Dent a nigga
Peace to all my OT hoes and the
Gifts they love
(yeah)
I guess I do sounds conceited
Baby girl that's how I'm supposed to be
When a young nigga hoping fresh two seated
Shoutout too the hoes wet t-shirts
good love
They say good love, can be hard to find
Can be hard to come by, so hold on tight
So fresh baby, love never stales
I love to inhale her scent
I don't get impressed by too much
I'm gon' keep it real, keep it real
I love it, I love it, I love it
I swear that I love it
150 dollars for
Bitch I'm taxing for a verse
Catch a soul or nigga you cant hang around
You gotta go
I be fresh as hell
With my dan and diamonds round my throat
I
cane Corvette rally stripes
Paint fresh, it ain't dry yet
My driveway a motherfucking stunt fest, nigga, I'm really from this
Choosing the opposite
From my block to your block, shout out to M Extra
Who the fuck (fuck) want (want) what (what)
None of you niggaz is Be Sig' word I'm done with you
a glitch in the computer nigga
I'm the shit, I'm a sewer nigga
This is Jay everyday, no days off, Ferris Bueler nigga
[Beanie Sigel]
Be -Sig' Fred
it (stop)know you appalled dotted
But this my call by the force prophet, all profit all profit)
Harlem hustler (yep), I can't at all knock it (nope)
whites the problem
But who killed JFK be honest?
Malcolm got killed, by his own peoplleeee
The Greatest Leaders die by a hand that ain't theirs
So I
meaning what
The buck stops
Here, no more dough will be made
Unless it's being made by who the 1-6-Ooh
Chamber four (1-6-Ooh) Chamber four
Temple
wouldn't be murdering, (your own people like)
Oh ya see, it's a trap, (it's a trap, that's what it's called by the way)
It's a trap
It's a trap night
Baudelaire (look)
I be talkin' that fresh, shit, I don't need gum (nah)
Cookie crumbs in the Rolls, never no weed crumbs (no)
He ain't talk to his bitch
fresh out the slums, nigga (slums, nigga)
I know it never was love, nigga (woo)
I'm in the trenches, I'm hangin' with killers
An' robbers an' all
to chase
I'm picking up a brand new scent
I want it
And this time, it's gonna be fresh, I promise
Till then
I'm by your side, although you died on me
'Cause I'm to strapped wit dat heat
I'm to dirty to be neat
To gorilla to be monkey
To fly to stay grounded
To fresh to be funky
Too many licks
Ghost, I'm comin' to get my motherfuckin' crown back
I'm the king of the motherfuckin' south, you hear me
Free murder, huh, yeah
Ghost, fresh day
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Drive-bys in the truck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in
gonna keep bout 30
Dicks in they jaws and
Pussy stay hot just like down
There in New Orleans i'm standing on stacks
I ain't tryna be falling
Pata, I'm
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