Lyrics:
know all the others wanna be like this
I'll mention names I don't have to sneak diss
They keep throwing shots but like Ben Wallace they all miss
What's
to sell crack to put clothes your back
Look don't stereo type me because I'm from the ghetto
I ain't buss no guns or drive by's so just settle
Shit what
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
So enough to make me leave all the others I'on see one
Bitch tried to trap me I'm like nah that was pre-cum
Quit capping cus I know what's happening
hit it
Big in this day and age
Who cares about me when I'm
Just having fun by playing
All this music that I'm making
For my friends and family
Walk up
snickers with no nuts no satisfaction.
I hustle and flow, mighta been by my cheese since I was knee high.
Weed what you need, hit me I'ma drop off
hard they are obscene
I been on the road callin' kill streak
This album is so hard but it's unique
This is my league
Let me proceed
Number 1 spot yeah
from chillin'
Cause rappers harassin' me, illin'
They rich, infatuated by just casually livin'
The bitch could have a threesome with 'em
So now they
Yo what's up guys welcome to the Nasy podcast
It is your host, King Squishy
And welcome to this lovely album we call "The Youngins"
So today I got
down, some don't answer the phone
Bond broke with a few, others caught the chrome
It's tough, but I can't afford to get hit out my zone
Guarding me's
dinner little (what)
killer king is the hospital
feelin' numb from the bullets I hum
and when they hit black mothers have fits I don't give a shit
dinner little (what)
Killer king is the hospital
Feelin' numb from the bullets I hum
And when they hit black mothers have fits I don't give a shit
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
the hit and lost the shipment
Poured my heart out, I made fly again, you hurt me, I'm out the picture
Stressin' 'bout me during yo' pregnancy, your baby
the beat boppin', I don't be C-walkin'
You can bet we hoppin' off in the B block, like a whistlin' tea pot
I su-woo and the R-E-D got me watched off in
living in me
Im getting to know someone that I dont see
Im hearing somebody that dont even speak
Hope im approved by king of the kings
My Lord
checka
To the ladies and all party goers
Some call me freak, and others slow flower
Brothers on my jock, for the way I hold a piece of steel
So what you
Turn on my cordless, sayin' mic checka
To the ladies and all party goers
Some call me freak, and others slow flower
Brothers on my jock, for the way I
That's why I laugh
It's adult to adult now, like if I sent that message to any other adult
Get me high
High
High
I won't let you stay
I won't let you stay
on some other shit
I be on some other shit
She shut it down she like who them bitches
I'm like I don't know
She hit me with that face like who you kidding
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
asked me
Rolling in the rover 72 virgins in the backseat
Show me where the guap i'll show you exactly where the stacks be
Hit the pedal to the floor hit
display-a
{*beatboxing*} AHH AHH AHHA AHH AHH, HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE
The original be -I-Z
with the see-double-O L-V you see
Ain't no other MC like me
attack
Strapped with a rocket attached
I am not full of crap
I'ma pop me a cap then
Build like Frank Lloyd Wright
Hopped up on crack
O king do sportrap,
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