Lyrics:
then I belly dance her
God is good and if ya would, you should just
Play to the way I see em, play all day is what He'll bless
I'm leaving em evil
of shoes to get
What type of jewels to cop
You could rule this shit
Manolo Blahnik or Jimmy Choo's for your chick
You gotta treat her right if
She gon' mule
embarrassed, you're a threat to mankind
That's a lie
You know what my records is about, man
You know how much money we get, man, come on
(You're a liar)
Me
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
swinging and swaying
And you turning them and twisting them and dipping them
And it's such an exciting feeling you get you know what I mean?
Yeah, its
ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[Swizz beatz]
It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over
[Sonja
always fun
When it comes to nuts, I bust'em one by one
So what's the 4-1-1 hun
CHORUS
[Mary J. Blige]
Yeah nigga, what makes you better than the next
Triboro, so thorough, always
Where I'm from, dudes get sliced, 'cause crews is trife
And you might lose your life for your jewels and ice
I'ma slide
I don't play around, nor do I f around
And you can tell by the
Bodies that are left around
When some clown jumps up to get beat down
Broken down
On the side my hobby
Is bleeding
This my fast living
I know the devil gonna get my
Ass for sinning
Man i got a bad feeling you fuckers can't see me
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
finna get popped for shoplifting
So you could pay for college it was your top mission
Later on you’ll play ball on a scholarship
The truth is like a pill
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
Yeah, fuck that shit
You are watching a master at work (yeah)
This what you all been waitin' for ain't it?
Rap game homie, I been waitin' for
But, if you can't play the music live, like with guitars and stuff, get lost. That's what I say. Um, I'm seventy years old by the way. Anyway, I hope
of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
Who got
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whats up y'all Hello how are you doin out there
You're chillin, I'm winnin
Oh, by the way, the album's out, go get
breading off a next track
Paying for your plays
You got nothing more
Compact disc culture
Know exactly where to get to that
We don't count the plays
We got
rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I try to tell them,
and I work for the poor
Now tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I try
How to save up for a house
And not spend your amounts on hoes and volks
That won't get your kids a place to sit and play
Or lay awake and tell you they
around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it
Shame on your label, for trying to let you
start to notice happiness don't come from album release
I've been through it before
Can only share with you what I know
To be true, but at the same
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