Lyrics:
[00:08.475]Started within an expression
[00:10.947]Began within a smile
[00:13.524]I was urs when U passed by
[00:17.771]Paid no heed to appearance
[00:08.475]Started within an expression
[00:10.947]Began within a smile
[00:13.524]I was urs when U passed by
[00:17.771]Paid no heed to appearance
real life is just in another form
Kiss of death, its about to be another storm I'm a goddamn raging bull
Stay outta jail by just telling myself the cage
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
a meeting getting my ass kissed (no homo)
By a white man 'cause his daughter fuck with my ad-libs (uh-oh)
I done dropped dick in her friend, I'm like, "My
tie
N.Y. national league of big guys with stolen 5's
Albums cloud him, phantom of the opera style
With loud phones, system, 100 thousand watts in em
just keep avoiding the obstacles
Aye Aye
Said momma I made
Momma I made it, your son gon famous
No lie, loyalty's what I go by
Stack and flipping it
the way to live and behave and coexist[01:45.07]But most forget the "co" part[01:46.92]I sit back and listen to first albums like So Hard by Lil
of gettin' money how Bill Gates is
Young lives being taken by the .45
Genocide'll rise 'til glory die
Every other hour more bullets fly
Victim
to go and by the whole 'lot and...
Nigga tried by a whole block and
Tried to hustle, get a whole rock in
Nowadays it was '95, the way my niggas use to red
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot
My niggas, they don't talk, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by
While I was in France
I wanted my next album to have some Asian feeling
When I arrived in Asia, in China and in Thailand
I was surprised by
laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's
fuck around and get high
And release a album by accident
The more shit I put out the more haters become irrelevant
I'm spitting fucking flames
tears
So let's kick this party from dead to live
Shoot it on up like a Colt .45
MC Delite, if you're number one
Bust a cap in the crowd with your
las puertas
Q me habían cerrado
Pero recuerda que MJ es Jordan
Con el 23 o el 45 en la jersey e' Chicago
Con dos cubanas fumándome un havano
Una
it, nigga picture this pain man (picture it)
Way before we ever murdered it and brought a whip
We used to have to walk from 30th to 45th (whoa)
Sit
the time on your kettle is
It's my time, when I said it, I meant it
Back with another album, told my accountant I'm gonna clean up
Business flight, so I
crooked, Joe got me buzzing it's a tease
Ortiz artisans with the pen, making this artist find the thread
See the intent, 45 cents in my pocket, hot in this
By 45 if I make it that far
I'll raise the bar
So by tomorrow you'll be reaching for god
Aligned a roof
To jump and prove
That you ain't teasing my
I slide in
45th skippin' like flipper on the glide-in
Comin' through the spot
Jewels drippin' like Poseidon
Different bitches trippin'
Tryna get up
Žeru Filet Mignon
Nevidí nevidí skrz moje shadez
To co bude je a bylo
Neví nic neví nic neví neví nic ne
Že by brácha málem dostal hypo
Z hodně
the game wrong
You seen us on MTV and our album on the shelf
4-5 hundred strong and we ain't need no fuckin help
Fuck a hype man we can crank the show up
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