Lyrics:
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
getting pass-ons, be by-gones
Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
We feel this way every single day all day
So make way
Was
Cameron was just 17
She was cast as not one
But two characters on the hit
Disney Channel show Liv & Maddie
If you thought playing
One iconic teen star
bastards
With my ski mask
I'm the first one to want him blasted
Wrapped in plastic
Bullshittin' got his ass hit (Outlawz)
Ain't nothing left now
Treated like
the fuck I’m bomin’
Yeah, Sito, Sito, Sito
(Scarface Sito)
Hoppin’ out the whip and I got two hammers
Bandana ‘round my head, I feel like Santana
(Bandana)
to be it
Well are you prepared
I hope you are prepared nigga
'Cause you know this is album number two
Yes more bitches than before
There'll be more
the
Uke and guitar and like singing stuff
She's great though
That's impressive
High key the best song on the album
Very consistently everyone's favorite
I
fans like crack fiends
Until we re-up, and put more Infamous up on the rap scene
Mix the coke rhymes in greases like baking soda
Albums of G-packs
we got a creed)
Feel like King Arthur
If you try break my path
I will destroy you
I live by the sword I die by the sword
There won't be no complicity
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
really doing too much
I really don't want to get too on
A new house with two hoes that's cool, huh
I'm banging that bitch like I knew her
She the one I fly
by the hate
Uhh tell me why they really want to hate though
Get to plucking strings like Santana no Fredo
Two words I'll never stand in line for is
from my sig
Leave a hole in you bigger than BIG
Nigga you dead, I know where Nori live
You live by Nori crib
You talkin' all that shit
Nigga you
of the forty two million black people
Who are the victims of America
Aye yo we all in together now, all in together now
Hard truth soldierin', hard truth
Co-signed by Alchemist, stamped by Babu
Executive Produced, yours truely, got loot
It's a new day, phones still tapped
Watchin' the crew
They put out one
averaged two points
"Love Don't Live Here" droppin' soon, that's my new joint (woah)
And if I ever run into a Karen
I'm cursin' that bitch out everybody
first hit off
("I Need A Beat") I Need A Beat, it was a smash on the DL
But everytime I did a show my name was misspelled
Can't Live Without My Radio
been in these streets, makin' the dream work
Hit me on my two-way
Movin' a few days, but imma fall through, for you
Riding the MARTA
To Peachtree Plaza
'cause the Kane said so
This is the dance floor groove of the album
Presented to you all live from Calvin
Whoops! I meant to say Mister Cee
The disc
albums
Fuck McDonald's and fuck Calvin
I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New York
I get respect, they call me Too Short
I live swell in A.T.L.
appeared on 47 albums
Fuck McDonald and fuck Calvin
I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New York
I get respect, they call me Too Short
I live swell in
than raw denim, my flow you can't identify
Talib said it best back in the day, we just tryna get by
Two words, Mos Def, in my headphones
Black on one
{NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Okay.. this album has been funded
By the Blastmaster KRS-One Fund
Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah!
You know what? We're gettin {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Okay,
to review the morals y'all live by
My main bitch a thorobread
Give a nigga thoro head
Call this my spit shine flow
Cause my bars be clearing heads
Y'all all
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