Lyrics:
Kings and help the people around us. If you made it This far into the ALBUM want to thank you, it means alot that you spent your time with me and hearing
Ooh this that new ey, wash down (This is the remix)
Let me put it down for town
I used to put them birds in and out of town
She said your new shit
These niggas killing me (Yuh)
Losing credibility (Yuh)
Save the game E.M.T (Yeah Yeah)
How a young nigga really getting this lit
He ain't a rookie Ben
a dyke
Two thongs don't make my night
Let's get up out of dodge
Me and yo friend girlfriend...Econo Lodge
[Hook: E-40]
Why you bullshittin' you need
akbar
When I go to heaven, that's
When I hit the jackpot, jackpot
Then God'll think that I'm
Stealing and send
Me back to the earth like dad, fuck
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
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
brothers?
Cause by killing him just made
His words teach others
Like Martin Luther King he preached peace
Like the West East beef finally
That shit is rotten
let me fuck you blind
And sharon said e I want to blow your mind
I said fuck it, I know what should be done
Just pull your panties down and I'll fuck
either
If you catch me by the runway it's the one that's for the PJ
This one is for my lyricists - courtesy of my DJ
(I can't control it, can't hold it,
than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got
more of your songs
Waited for ‘Shady XV’ to drop some more of your songs
A disc of new songs and a disc of old ones
Got me into others with ‘Ya’ll Ready
"Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
Triple C's, 305, B-O-E give us room
Whip the keys
three hundred grams
Hatin' on me, I understand, 150 still love the fans
One-fifty in that new coupe, on the E-Way, I'm like fuck the trans
Amiri got
shot me then
10 shots at your crib and I'll do it again (Brrah, brrah, brrah, brrah)
1 drop of the album and here comes the bens
Making 10 figures from
a king that ain't never fall
Falling me chasing waterfalls
Adlibs
That's right
You're the reason that
Yeah you got me
You got me
My Bible was written by
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
carton
You could still feel chills from the team
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like it's a dream
His face on his Shirt Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in
Ooh this that new ey, wash down (This is the remix)
Let me put it down for town
I used to put them birds in and out of town
She said your new shit
Susanna
Mimì
Essa è pur ben vestita
Rodolfo
Gli angeli vanno nudi
Mimì
La conosci? Chi è?
Marcello
Domandatelo a me
Il suo nome è Musetta... Cognome
that I catch and I throw back
And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back
You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle
Fuckin' with me? You better
cold the shoulder gets
Cause we're over it, over it
So we're takin' over it
Time's up
I'm just
Gonna make it difficult for other rappers to get
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
and the bad guy will fail
But the question now isn’t what others will do
It’s the question of if you will let them get through to you
I let you push me around
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