Lyrics:
myself
I ain't need no help Nahh I did it Ya'll, yoyo I did it y'all
Back in 05 I was shit was so fuckin live
I wrote out the illest rhymes in my god dam
I gotta hold it down til the very end
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Just by looking at me they know what I came for
My family got my back
Brought a nigga right
for me, then you go where the pin is
I'm switchin' the code every month, yeah
Gun pop out when you live around where I'm from
Get killed by the hunt,
strike me dead
If I let them swing me around
On a tune or live on a set
If I let them swing me around
Gotta strike me dead
Let me say 'oh' from the get-go
even mad at you
You'd feel it from my point of view
Had to boost my attributes
I use to live off ramen noodles
Smile love
Smile my love
When you make it
live like heroes
On Bellefonte Road"
We learn to live
Protecting ourselves with some disguise
From heartbreak in the night
But baby, you'll get lonely
It's a, it's a vibe
Ultimata!
All my homies we all on the studio tour bus right now (ay ay ay ay)
This is Stoney Bob live in a room from
the history of rap they've never seen such prominence
Your naïve confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)
Now let's get back to this mic on my arm
the history of rap they've never seen such prominence
Your naïve confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)
Now let's get back to this mic on my arm
to the streets
If you want true democracy
The people united will never be divided by their hand
So brace for the attack
And we can take our country back
From liars
tho') And through I try to move into the positive
(Fo' real tho') The more y'all don't want to let me live
When will you realize that I don't owe you
But I ain't changed, I just grew up
Focus on music, I ain't got shit to lose
Bring all my dawgs to the table before I let them loose
Live by one rule,
and Eddie had had it already by the summer of '75
From the high to the low to the end of the show
for the rest of their lives
They couldn't go back
I go by the name of Kel Mitchell!
And this is TeamBackPack! Let's go!
Yo, I'm so '96, back and on my grimy shit
Nigga get -whoever they'll sign me
beans and rice, shit up a storm
I walk the streets with shark fin off my arms
Doctor Dolittle, lit off the bone
My bracelet like I raised it off the farm
me from cookin'?
You cook whatever you lie, as long it's that B work
These niggas be runnin' around in the street wit' everyday
Don't even think about
don't give you none of my time
When I'm at studio while I'm perfecting my rhymes
How the f*ck do you expect to dress so nice
When the dough comes from
to live life on the other side
I wanna know affection, and have a couple wives
Move in the fast lane, but still barely getting by
To work the streets, til
December 25th them niggas ain't give me shit so I feel like the Grinch here
My favorite place is the studio I never wanna leave out I could honestly live
those days
No I'll never forget you
I can't take it back
I can't live in the past
I know where I'm from
I know where I'm at
I can't take it back
On the lower level where the devils dwell
Comin' from the one, comin' back from hell
Peepin' out the window, checkin' on the criminals
Out in
sniffin' Ra while sellin' cocaine
Trapped in the game, not knowin' how to stop and get by
To live it alive, so instead they live it to die
Can we please have
heat
In the streets
Where we live and die for beef
In the streets
Hos'll set you up, get blood on your sheets
In the streets
By any means we gon'
future in the loops I could pin
Walked out on a gig and I turned to the streets
Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks
I came up wit a strategy
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