Lyrics:
They say you live and then you die
Well nigga i done lived a million times
Dead every night
Shit this Henny got me nice
Got to fall before you fly
First
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
All my sex involved
As we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre
Everybody knows
When it come to a situation like this
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
All my sex involved
As we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre
Everybody knows
When it come to a situation like this
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
All my sex involved
As we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre
Everybody knows
When it come to a situation like this
I brought that genuine shit in '96
Before you knew the underground or independent existed
I watched the whole scene straight jump on the dick
felt still
I coulda swore I took the red pill
The ground lookin a cheap wall
Before I paid for the free fall
I heard a voice that said
All the choice
listen to you
You're a Karen, call the cops
Tell 'em it's a black man on your block
With a Glock and he got it cocked
And the tattoos on his face is
Wasn't really into rap but the shit sound tight
He used to tell me all the time
Don't wet none sis
By this time next year we gon' be dumb rich
That's when
back when he
Was downloading music off Rhapsody
When Soulja Boy had first went platinum, you could easily fathom
A bunch of kids dancing hard with all
Boy ain't balled since twenty thirteen you the real J.C
Treat that nigga like a loose leaf stomp em in the street
Boy yo bitch pussy overloaded filled
So tell me who fuckin with me??
My last album really a classic up in my city
Move smart so its harder for them get me
Before jeans was tight we had
or get up n' take em' out n spit cane wit it
Well the answer is right before your eyes
Who do you despise?
Killers who chop you we got to stop you pop
Back in the days I bubble drugs like a sauna
Make a pussy boy kill himself like Nirvana
Get 'em like goose feathers, cold weather rock the bamma
Lie
I tell em, "Naw folks, it's all in the game"
[ CHORUS ]
I'm comin up on the playa tip
Your boy done bubbled, so be prepared for some major shit
Yeah, yeah oh you gotta love it
Oh you got, oh you gotta love it
I heard what circulated, let's get to the bottom of it
I told 1da send me
a fuck who it is
Don't let em fuck yo' paper man, please Big
Focus your mind man, do your albums, make them hot joints
Man fuck these niggaz man
Fuck
a fuck who it is
Don't let em fuck yo' paper man, please Big
Focus your mind man, do your albums, make them hot joints
Man fuck these niggaz man
Fuck
boy still alive inside the grave he finna die of dehydration
When we spin the block get loud like the fan on a playstation
Dont piss me off i get
that I love cuz we needed to grow
Still living in my home town ain't got no place to go
Feels like I let em all down cuz I ain't got much to show for all
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
the technician with the number one position
Uhh, the real deal, Fearless Four scored
Bambataa was hotter, Spoony was givin' em nutta
An' I was all up in my
the scene
I left the beat off in a stretcher
(Leave it in a stretcher)
Yeah, look
Tell them boys "Catch up", yeah (Tell 'em)
Tell them boys "Catch up", yeah
Yeah
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, rise and shine
ZJ when's the album coming man? You gotta ease my mind
I can't tell you when it's dropping
in the interview wit Lil Mo Jaye
(Why you do dat)
(Huh)
Because I speak my mind
And I'll hop out wit dat choppa (choppa)
Tell da House, fuck em
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