Lyrics:
'em, ran them bags before an hour hit
So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this shit
Whole lot of ones I'm in the cut,
a couple of Rosarios
DJ Quik and Suga Free on the stereo
I'm the king of the area - barrio Barbarian
Interrupted by my bitch asking if we can go
that album
The Score by The Fugees
Or Bob Marley's greatest hits
The Legend album
Or the Blueprint
Or Abbey Road
Or something that
When you hear it
Yoda
A Florida, Pensacola
There's more to roll-a by Motorola
I'm in control-a, I hit the quota
I made this beat sound while
I was in Minnesots
Fuck,
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
and Chronic stood as basically all that I would
Ever listen to and when I bought my first Onxy album, I started bumpin' them
Naught By Nature, Mobb Deep
Walk a- down on camera
Ski mask cover my face up
Skull wallet chain, Santana
Show a real, real, what you made of
Hit 'em in the top right now
Faded
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimney
My album comin' November, that's twenty years of memory
And that's assumin' I'ma live that long
If I don't,
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
you stand yourself and live with it?
I promise you, if I ever catch him I'm a motherfuckin' finish him
Come here, nigga
No, no, I promise, no, I
Ride alone
Outlaw
Die alone
Outlaw
Sipping whiskey getting by
That's the way I live my life
I ain't coming down tonight
I'm an outlaw ride or die
[Chorus]
[Cam'Ron]
I'm from 101, west to Hunt 40th, this shit is live
Fifth-floor, 56, you know the zip, district five
You're on 22nd, you from two-one
As you smoke like a chimney
My album coming November
That's twenty years of memory
And that's assuming I'ma live that long
If I don't
Don't cry 'cause I
niggas
Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it with some moet then sip it
Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimney
My album comin' November, that's twenty years of memory
And that's assumin' I'ma live that long
If I don't,
an assurement
I'm in that trap with Key Santana,
You drop a four, let's get into it
I'm in that trap
With KG Wapo, fuck the world
Then bitch, you ruined
Draco
gators that's necessary
Accessories, my closet's a "Pet Sematary"
I get approached by animal activists
I live in a zoo
I run scandals with savages
All
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
Remember 19 album I remember every album
Every single time to unreleased I know it any hour
So don't ask me if I do cuz I saw close to every outcome
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
away so I snapped at her, back slapped her
She picked up a bat, like McGwuier for that matter
Hit me, I was back at her
Come home where I duck
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