Lyrics:
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
Lights out, bitch, adios, goodnight
Now put that in your little pipe and bite down
Think for a minute 'cause the hype has died down
That I won't go up
Yo, yo, yo, yeah, yeah, yeah
Check it, check it, check it, check, one, two
(Now you're listening)
Yo, yo, yo, yeah
Check it, check it, check it,
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
Huh? (we got London on da Track), okay
Look (I'm in London got my beat from London)
You know I ain't never had shit (okay)
Now I'm somewhere in
tie
N.Y. national league of big guys with stolen 5's
Albums cloud him, phantom of the opera style
With loud phones, system, 100 thousand watts in em
roof
Even once had a job pouring tar up on a roof
That boy had it hard no facade its the truth
So now when I Menage and get massaged its the proof
and run up
You livin' good, go 'head and throw a one up
Scream out, blat-blat-blat-blatow, how ya like me now?
My nigga Funeral Fab told be back in '03
Homicidal, vinyl section, where they always found me
By the motion picture soundtrack with Richard Roundtree on the album sleeve
That's my era shit
Musical
baby (nasty)
Oh, the cooties (it's the movie, oh, no)
They comin' to get me, runnin' (runnin')
Touched by the unloyal
Trust, I had to shower for
to get popped by a cop?
Who the next n**** in the hood to get shot?
I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped up in bulletproof
N**** on my stomach see -
don't shoot anymore
My deal got signed so the spirits all up
We shot the album front cover up by the shops
We just wanna rep the manor right, give it
yo' shit down
Other albums come out ain't NOBODY gon' buy them
Now who gon' deny them? I'm scared of myself, don't nobody want to
try Kim
y'all
I do? That's word (oh)
And all the times you confused, my words you don't listen (oh)
You could've had Christian and Christian Dior (yeah)
Now you
K dot dave
Watch how K dot move, something not like you
Have your gun by you
'cause niggas will try you
Watch how K dot move, something not like you
the good die young
If that's the case I guess I'll be dead by 21
Should I have some kids now
To carry on my legacy sorry lemme stop
My thought are getting
touch my bankroll
God damn that's a no no
Purple snot we get it by the boat load
Come and shop right now I'm doing a BOGO
Shit so fire got me going in
How the fuck you been sleepin' on Risen and Leak?
By the time my first album released, you're deceased
Seen the skill of MCs that were poppin'
Say my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants and
Do the Rockaway
I was raised by Hip-Hop Tupac Mac Dre
West side, I ain't a crip or a blood
About me now, so who gonna keep up
If you stay surrounded by the clouds
We should meet up
Talking bout that Bud
That Flame
That Kush that Mary Jane
I roll
blown through the roof
I got around four or more albums planned now that I don't have you
I'm sorry for the things I did I didn't wanna live by myself
I'm
and I'm an animal intercepted by the unexpected
Now hear the musical reaper, your Armageddon, words of venom more dangerous unpredictable than Eleven
Fuck
the spooks who do cartwheels
Cause they said they played they parts well
Now they claim caviar, hate that oxtail
Lambda Sigma Phi badge on lapel
Whitey
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