Lyrics:
what’s real
Shawty don’t want me for free
Mix it up on me supreme
Run it I murder the beat
Run it with checks on me
Run it I got my swag
Skirt off I grab
(two cheek)
Love man, cah my bank green like Namek (why's that)
Caught an old friend by luck, didn't plan it (skrr)
In a lidge whip, still skrrt
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
the, we the
You know who the fuck we are, but if you don't know by now
We the 2UO, me, AD, 2UO, lets run it up
I got goosebumps
Oh shit, energy in
Y'all never been crisp
Never had crisp never knew crisp
Never out never do crisp damn
But there ain't never gonna be two crisps
Wait, wait, wait
the third grade
Writing rhymes down facts
By eleven smokin doobies on the porch in the back
By twenty two felonies caught two
Ima show ya what it really do
all my life, was never click-to-click
Huh, opp' pack in the 'Wood, who the fuck is this? (Huh)
Smoked two niggas at one time, it's a gumbo mix
of the rings
Add that shit up that 2 lines by a 3
But I bet i be loaded like glocks on a sting
Only pour red i do not do the green
Only want bread i do
Grrah, grrah
(I got Hitman on the beat)
Grrah-grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, grrah-grrah, boom
Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
• Krizzz
01 - Intro (voice by Julia Marks)
02 - Porn Kings - Up To No Good
03 - Xirallic - Breakin Beat (cequo Remix)
04 - K Deejays - Your Face
D-nice, the beat box
I only wear Nike's, not Adidas or Reeboks
Many people know me, yet I'm known by few
My name is KRS-One, son
Not two or three
Then I write, spit, produce, mix and master, do it all again
[Verse 2:]
Some of the things you can’t win, death, tax, or presidents
Society makes you
beat
Me and Ren in the black CE, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by the D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully
[Timbaland talking:]
Da Da Da Da Da Da
Yes yes yes yes yes yes
It's me again baby, Timbaland
And uh, we doin somethin like dis
Hear da beat?
Uh
I been abused by this cold, cold game (ah-ah)
Early breakfast for you, I got somethin' special for you (somethin' special)
I'ma beat that pussy
Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.
Thank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.
(Beat starts)
see Murder
Let me give a shot out
your feet up, and start makin beats on your chest and think
[Chorus: x2]
Sex, money, drugs, music
Lies, these are the things that keep niggaz...
to another ghetto
On Sante Fe playing the lotto
I used to want a champagne two door Tahoe
Until I seen that same truck shot by five-o
Dead with his eyes closed
Sammy B is on the cut
Sammy B is on the cut
Sammy B is on the cut
Sammy B
Ha hah, one two (one two, one two)
How we gonna do this?
What we have here
So don't get caught up in the mix
I, let you motherfuckers know quick, I'm Born II Die
One to the chest and one to the dome
Well if them niggaz
beat
Me and Ren in the black CE, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by the D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully
and a mix like Logic
I can rip a beat like Ekoh, got an Ill Mind like I'm Hopsin
Who is this kid, I've been on the rise like FUTURISTIC
I'm not joking I don't
sell joints by the 2's
Up all night til the shit get right
Ima whole mood finna make you move AYE
I'm bringing that vibe do what you like lets have
the right mori wa Xintima
Staliano in the north west a know Dealer
This a beat my my bigger nazee no Jay dealer
By the way we both jay dealers
The operation
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