Lyrics:
and out
Your money ain't loud enough
Homie my radio, drown it out
I sell a model a dream
Before she go to sleep
And free forks for 50 cents
Before they go
on a beat
That's dinner that you giving me
My songs on the radio
Everybody feeling me
Wanna see a grammy on my shelf
Make it out the bottom by myself
Do these
kho zama u push rap kha radio
Ndi tshi bvesa na vhusiku ndi khou baisa zwipatilo
Ndi gotsha duvha lothe ndikho toda dzi phindulo
Ndi sa iti na ku cent
I feel it's time we shape back up, baby
It's that time of year again
Don't Come Outside, Vol. 2 on the way
Y'all only rock with me 'cause I'm
I'm driving through this face brick town
And my radio's up, but the window is down
I'm listening to the late Jim Reeves
In my nylon jersey with
Probably'll try it and probably like it
I can't know, what, he probably a psychic?
I know a crazy bitch by the look in her eyes
I know a cheating bitch gonna
the logo
Dame time wave
When I pose for the photo
Blow a bag and get it back
Like a yo-yo
That boy off the hook Kareem
I got a four five with a bald head
Not
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
and came back
Like number forty five
But now i'm on the rise
Ignoring all the lies
Let's keep this short and sweet
It's bout a quarter nine
I'm headed ot
and came back
Like number forty five
But now i'm on the rise
Ignoring all the lies
Let's keep this short and sweet
It's bout a quarter nine
I'm headed ot
Ghost, no it's Ghost)
It's a Superman lover...
[Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aiyo, I'm coming up the block, got my hands on the ratchet
And these
fascinated by the game
I bugged out
They raised twenty-five cent prices
For my video games
Mortal Kombat time for no contract
Back to the Future no one told
you up while you're in the nude
(And I'd like it too)
(I'm not going to complain about chopping you up, bitch)
Radio Shack was the death of my heart
[radio announcer]
This is DJ Sayyyy WHAT?! on this motherfucker
Comin at you live on WKYA Radio from the Brick City
The weather is callin for it
before
Ask your hoe the E go cash to blow
Get it spend it with it fast or slow
Where my dogs at *growls*, hold it down
At the 5-5-9 of the underground
taste
By God's grace
You were born with that face
Nothing but pure beauty
So for an eternity I feel it's my duty
To be a soldier
Dipping I got plans
Got cement forest with the water on the west side
Flashing lights in the night the never rest side
Traffic picking up a challenge calling it a test
, if it wasn't on gospel, apostle
Or written in the Bible, then it go
So when they tell the baby don't do something then I end up doing it anyway
Tropicana orange, mango, peach
I strangle each negro for they dough
Niggas get to bendin', got two cases
One pending 560 V-12 engine, niggas swimmin'
In 929
up, without a pot to piss in
Is it me, or is the rap game different?
Niggas makin' indirect calls, long distance
Thinkin I'm gon' stop, I'm too
Placenta crackin it's crisis
Kosovo tae-bo flow blow out the fo'
World trauma, who got the virus?
Pearl Harbour casino classic free loader
Weed smokin
that's as sharp as a razor by Mennen
Believe in Jesus you're my dog and all dogs Go to heaven
Five six seven eight nine ten eleven
God switched up
to the money, I designed by myself
I'm loaded, racked up loaded
Backup nigga, watch how I blow this
This shit come and go, hocus pocus
Gotta keep a hundred
and tuck
Gt da digital dash bouta paint my v dub
Damn what you do put the duces on it
Pull up with the crew its a kodak moment
Onli here for one night she
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