Lyrics:
I'll give you something to talk about
Come around me fronting I'll air you out
I go off
I don't shoot shit off dog I gun it down
Walk up on niggas
We wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-five
Joke's on you, we still alive
Throw your hands up in the sky and say
"We don't care what people say"
the clarity's pathetic
You could never embarrass me, forget it
I'm Sylar, you can't battle me with Bennet
It's a minor when every fan sees the edit's
I'm liver
His friend it's his dream battle to me
Battle rap is street shit and you
Not make it up out one
So whether I'm standin' in front of the
Body or on top
flows by myself
Pour more go go gadget
I'm in Slow Mo
4 More bars
I got double though
And a couple hoes
Running in yo door
Running to the dough
Running up
to the radio
Radio
No we won't make it
I don't know if i'm finna blow
Cuz nowdays real rap don't even make it to the radio
I don't know if i'm finna blow
Cuz
and eighty two cents"
So we inched ahead in line
Movin' painfully slow
I got a little bored
So I turned on the radio
Click, turned it off
Because my wife was
taker and you're the opposite
Big time with the rhymin'
I could never lose
I couldn't be a light bulb
'cause I'd blow my fuse
Rockin' it rockin' it
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
UNDEAS (uh, huh)
Lil Ceaser (uh, uh huh)
Queen B (uh huh)
That's Me (uh)
(Check it) Lil' Kim
Yo I be buyin' 'em V's, so all my girls be eyein'
Hot 97 blazing hip hop and R&B you now
Tuned into G-Unit radio 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo
It's like everywhere I look
And everywhere I go
I'm
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
the
First musical act to appear in a
Talkie film, The Jazz Singer
In 1927 unfortunately it was performed
By Jolson in blackface
(3) Maharanee: The wive
with me
You already know what's up with me
You brought all your homies with you because
You didn't do it without your company
Scarface fuck you gon do
of blow (N.O.R.E. Nina Sky)
Bring it up by doin' that slow (This shit is radio ready have been hear it approve)
(Baby let's got)
Repeat Chorus
Hey Maffia
UNDEAS (uh, huh)
Lil Ceaser (uh, uh huh)
Queen B (uh huh)
That's Me (uh)
(check it) Lil' Kim
Yo I be buyin' 'em V's, so all my girls be eyein'
as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Yo, I set up shop
if the shoe don't fit
I make it happen like hormones, you been forewarned
I got you mad now 'cause I'm kickin that popcorn
It blows up in a couple
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
"Sweat! Sweat, boy! Sweat! Only two more swings!"
'bout that!
Want to tell that D's yeah, I doubt that!
I put the barrel in tha 5th in ya mouth
Jack! 50 Cent!
I said I'm 'bout it, 'bout
It! - I'm
handle
John Henry raised it back 'til it touched his heels then
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for
to shine on my time, forget it
Hear me on radio, live vocally do edits
E-swift scratchin and threading, with supreme unleaded
Only the best out the likwit
Ass super fat, I'm not a square cause I'm around
If you choose to blow it, make sure you don't make a sound
Five second rule, pick it up when I hit
it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
Sweat, sweat boy, sweat, you owe me two more swings
I was born for driven steel
Well John
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