Lyrics:
All em a snake hear the rattle
I only kill I don't battle
All em a snake hear the rattle
Yall ain't G.O.A.T, you are cattle
All em a snake hear
to some R. Kelly
And hit it to some Marvin' Gaye
(Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, NoOoOo)
See how I do it to it
Gotta I sip that Blew It
When I touch
the crib
And ask are you alone Killa
[Chorus]
We race foreign cars, custom models, drop top mustard Tahoe
We like the musketeers, trained by cus
What we have to do is deal with it when these individuals are young enough
If you will, to be saved, not in a religious sense, but not
KRS to develop a spiritual mind
And these are only a few
But I must give honor to Herc, Flash and Bambatta (What's going on son?)
Step by step
I'll take you to the april sun cause you won't have a job by may
Gonna lose the election? it must be my birthday!
Your rhymes are just like your
Us Back"
These two albums set off consciousness in rap
But all along, I'm still lookin' around
And all I can see are these rap groups fallin' down
the mall, or creepin out the mo? wit?
Roc-a-fella, def jam, the right label to go wit
And when the album drops, are they really gon promote it?
Is L.A behind
No surrender, no retreat
You don't see no white flags waving on my side
No mercy
Mama say something wrong with me
She might be right, take em back
My
styles like the hottest new dancers
See, I let y'all live to stack a LITTLE paper
Be glad I pushed my album back, I did y'all hoes a favor!
[Puff Daddy]
back that spark
Don't hesitate
And you believe me
Ya bitch believe me
Bump
Bump (Hey there you go, there you go, fine by...)
Bump (Too much rump
up, too up, they try down him
Real back in style
I know they waitin' for the album
And that's my debut album
Millies in the bank for the next few albums
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
no sobriety when slaps and words are getting drawn
Spitten on by your kin who gives the chair you're sitting on
But I've written strong words just
And we need two milli more just to move in the door, shit
[Chorus]
Yes the boys are back at it
Come holler at us, the boys are back at it
So line em up,
is
Coming back in and I'm bringing straight Heat
But I like to keep it quiet when I'm in the Streets
The power in my mind and my thoughts are
did the first one
Five album run, now the cursed one, it's a blessed one
By the time y'all hear this, we be half way through the next one
Bless up
not a lotta things
That impress me but this album definitely took me by the balls
And said look here, this sure is something serious
Futuristic, he
drop
But I'm engineering steady
Fucking up a fuse box
Know the night is young
Like R Kelly victim
Darkness is love
That goes steady missing
I know wassup
ain't got to get all extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you
Nigga you called me, I didn't
a bag of money
If that's the case bitch then you're
A big sack of pennies
My niggas make it rain
I'm dancing in the rain gene Kelly
And every box they
it. Love you, buddy
Timmy
Yo, what's up, Dxsh
What's up, bro
Yo, when you drop that album and it goes platinum
Are you gonna give me some of those
the hoes get down
I know you like Nelly, like Kelly, Ludacris
Try to run game on me you punk bitch
I know you don't love me
[Tony Yayo]
Gators and ostrich,
the hoes get down
I know you like Nelly, like Kelly, Ludacris
Try to run game on me you punk bitch
I know you don't love me
[Tony Yayo]
Gators and ostrich,
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