Lyrics:
his chain
Then I spill his brain, then I feel his pain
Some of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Queen, we
gon' get it up
Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up
Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up (Repeat x2)
Crime life!
(Ja Rule)
Ja's in, robbing
cloud
I was 16 knowing I was (Facts)
And I get canceled every day but
I'm still gon' hit the charts (Why)
The armor of God on me
They say they gon' slide
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
Queens is in the buildin'
That blank look on your grill'll get filled in
Slow down baby, you actin' like a clown homes
You get your fronts remodeled
In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur
Has just released another album under the alias "Makaveli"
Music insiders are running
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
In A 2-Door Drop Range
Having Thangs, Switching Lanes
Every Town I Hit I Switch Dames
Big Flip, Big Swagg Mane
Big Thangs, Big Chains, Ain’t Shit
Philly cheesesteak seasoned fries
Large butterscotch milshake
How long I have to wait in the line?
Two hour thirty five minute wait
Dixie Queen yeah
on my dog
We the truth by far
Young GOAT, way 'fore Earl Manigault in that park
Now it's prime only 'fore you hit that heart
I built a penthouse in
ha)
Yo, can't really figure this clown out
Where is he from Jamaica, Queens, Cali or down south? (where you from?)
And I could let an LA gun hit
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
drip drip
Got your man starin he wanna hit this
Thats a quick miss
He just got dismissed
Im K2X
I hit these rhymes
My diamonds shine they blind
I got
can't see me
By the way i make it easy
Boy we off in this b****
Ooo i can't get tired of making hits
My b**** tha bomb i just bring the tick
If you ain't
ima start bombing this s***
Believe me
You cant see me
By the way i make it easy
Boy we off in this b****
Ooo i cant get tired of making hits
My
How are you stoppin' us? They is not toppin' us
You know I had to cop that shit just by the twos
Blood in my chakra, I will not pop at ya
Put money
get smacked up
By the are-you-N-D-M-see (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin' tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my
Reno with two fly Latinos
Nas, he runs the whole staff
We count math from steam baths
We've seen a half a milli dashin' out there on the Queens half
Chorus:
How could he write a hit
When his dream was echoes
On what his life could have been
14 years in this lens
Since the queen left the world
I can't hit, got to see Misdemean
Here I am out in the middle of Queens
Damn near about 1:15
Now I'm leaving Queens about 3:15
Hopin I can hit one
Pasen eet
Ga langer door dan de rest
Je klinkt als 1 April gap een grap - ik zeg 32 maart FACTS
…Al 2 decennia met sicke hits in je mik
Met lyrics
the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta do what I do
When I do, what I
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
can do hit me, baby
Stevie J, slam
And of course the Queen of Hip-hop and Soul
Mary J blige the incomparable Mary J blige
Give her a round of applause
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