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How many verses before I get bored?
How many cities have I not toured?
How many times have I pressed record?
How many red flags have I ignored?
How
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
stand to lie
Find me chasing dreams y'all can't ever find me standing by
Respect my elders while I filter through their bad advice
They always have
suffered set-backs
Had shouldn't-have-said-thats, had made everyone mad
He made 808s, so he's everyone dad, know he ever gets sad
Hotel rooms by
Castle-D boy, he's down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one.
People
what I think son?
I think you need a good lawyer
Let me tell you officer, I have a lawyer
My lawyer is so good, so so good
And by the time he's
what I think son?
I think you need a good lawyer
Let me tell you officer, I have a lawyer
My lawyer is so good, so so good
And by the time he's
Been working on your new album for two years strong
You still can't come up with the right song
You know what they say, "Study long, study wrong"
All
Little Red. I should have known from the first time when I
realised their special connection, that I just didn't fit in to my
father's plans. And as I
anger
Because I don't need the green light
I'll do it when it's green, red, or amber
You're not a bad boy you're a skank
Have look in the mirror and
I
red shot nigga smokin dank weed
And quick to slap a bitch in a minute
Fiends better have my money, I mean every penny
Youngsta, kickin with the hustlas
dessert
Ahhhhhhhhhh
What you pushin' say we pushin'p motion boys we got the keys
We leave em dead inside the street they play her right face to hate
They
10Dee don't play
And I wanna make M's by the way that I spray
Tell a man N O if they wanna play games
How you gonna live if you don't make P's
Get out
so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
How come we ain't gettin no higher?
I know you think that you've got it all
And by making other people feel
You're moving so fast now, I can't hold your image
This image I have of your face by the window
Me standing beside you, arm on your shoulder
A catalog
hoe, it's all about me"
[Heather B]
It's not the star spangled banner or the red white and blue
but the underground sister from the Edutainment
[master p]
You know what?
This ghetto got me so crazy
My life, it almost feel like I'm a phone call or ring away from death
Ain't this fucked up
Big
don't forget the women too
Droppin' all this knowledge like I'm coughing out my wisdom tooth
Bounda make a profit from my albums, man I swear
Have my mama
tell?
Whole team turning 30 like that album by Adele
Its 90Sitcom like fresh prince or saved by the bell
Them streams don't count if you just playing em
the table's set
Back when I never had cable yet
John Loughbrough 20p bagels then
Wow, now everybody want bread man
'Cause I get the bagels in
Red rum scorch
afraid at our snarls
Thank God we didn't get beat by the Red Hot Karls
I care about culture of my squad
But after praccy I'm a really need to stretch my
mills
My boy kitchen's done, lookin' like a flour mill
You niggas' faces lookin' like you drink sour milk
And your albums like some mothafuckin' fire
Dj red alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must i'm number one
People still takin' rappin' for a joke
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