Lyrics:
So wassup? You know we can't be havin that
Son there's rules you're supposed to go by, and this is my habitat
You say you're R-E-P-R-E,
just think niggas are lost
I wrote an album bout love
But I’ll still let that 40 applaud
Clap at you niggas I don’t fw frauds
I just might snap if yo
with the dope ass intro
I'm comin' and comin' with the style, see
It's 'bout time now ain't all business
I believe 'em without the nine
Downin' the 40
niggas
Back then I was a drug dealer
Young bugged nigga, still running 'round with that forty-five on my waist
Dare y'all to come and try me, put a hammer
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are running wild
the message you on cc now
I make you albums sound like EPs now
I get better by the hour
Pussy comes with the power
Got yo bitch in the corner sending signals
a album don't you call this one a tape
RIP Sad Frosty copped a crib up by the lake
This hit gon last forever bump in 2028
Aye I done came too far just to go
the atlas
Been back and even bent backwards
Now I got it mastered, for ten-thousand hours
And every minute after, it's another chapter
Forty seven laws
what she came for
Don't be offended, I'm just playing
You are now submersed, baptism flow of the gods birthed in Reaganomics, god, god
Glock 40
fans like crack fiends
Until we re-up, and put more Infamous up on the rap scene
Mix the coke rhymes in greases like baking soda
Albums of G-packs
Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin'
Takin' no shorts, so I'm vital sign
You can tell by my lines that I'm gettin' mines
in eighty-nine, because I'm
not playin', understand what I'm sayin'
Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin'
Takin' no shorts, so I'm vital sign
You can tell by my lines that
under white covers
Prodigy: Was a thumper
Till he met the 40 thunder
Havoc: Now I feel strange when I walk by his mother
It's fucked up
nigga
Celebrity crush in my villa
Take off her skirt and I give it to her
Raw, raw, raw
She want it raw, raw, raw
She said don't stop, stop, stop
gel up, when I swell up, spark the el up
By the way troop -- oops, I feel a new style developing
So safety stellar, I'm not the Baby Bubba
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
Abra-abracadabra
Abracadabra
Abracadabra, alakazam
How do he make all these albums be ill?
Simple; by usin' the alchemy skills
But I'm warnin' ya; don't try
it on me never putting the ink down
The king crowned
Yeah, here I go
Boutta crush ya whole album, fee-fi-fo
Like Akademiks or Feefo n'um
If you see me
thoughts I mean specifically
Shadow in the scowl
Perpetual and compulsive repetition of words
Manic, An album by Caderade
Alright, let's get this thing
And getting taken out by stress
My touch is lost
I don't know how to flow on beats, I don't know a thing, I'm below the dream, I will never blow, succeed
And getting taken out by stress
My touch is lost
I don't know how to flow on beats, I don't know a thing, I'm below the dream, I will never blow, succeed
Beyonce
Both of these rappers are whack
Yet people talk smack about 40 Delefante
The music industry is usin the slang
And trying to play it off like
know this was supposed to be for my album tho?)
(Oh whateva)
(Its okay)
When I send a sickness (ease down) dark soldiers
Fallin' in with flying
life
Αμα φυγω θα φυγω την νυχτα απτα xans ή απο drive-by
Real real rockstar life, το whip στο highway θα crush-αρει
Rockstar rockstar rockstar life,
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