Lyrics:
up numbers, plus I'm one to push his mug in
We duck in the safe, check what I'm hugging
Rocks the size of some shit, out in the congo
My arms full,
the father
My melody is deadly as a pin in a hand grenade
5 seconds before you get played
You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up
Ever see a sucker
take one back if I just had a lil to drink
I'm really capping though I just need a second to think
I'm really rapping though I hit like Canelo in rings
deux)
J'consomme comme si j'avais trois moteurs (trois)
6.6.7, CBF, plus de gaz que GDF, S/o mes Somals de CDF
S/o le Flem, aqua dans les avions
uncle?)
Uncle krackerrrrrr
I'm double wide on the side, in the back of the bus
I'm your uncle kracker sittin' platnum plus
Double platnum (what?)
not slack
I been fed up with the crumbs, I'm a pro now
And plus I function by myself
Just like a pronoun
Limitless
They can't stomach how I'm pinnin'
off me
At that very second i approach the disc jockey
Give em my album while she's watchin
Then her eyes get glossy
Couldn't tell i make music
I'm not
Second class passenger first degree murder
Silver lining traveler don't agree further
Caramel candymaker always eat Werthers
Get my worth up I don't
might've (7th Ward) lost the second World War (7th Ward)
Yup, Ruby such an animal (7th Ward)
Seventh Ward Dragon, when I breathe, it's fuckin' flammable
off in the west set
Had a baby girl by some dude
I used to hear second-hand from her brethren
That the youth was vexed, "yo kardinal I need food"
I
album on the shelf sitting
And I think I might need, help getting out of bed
Cause I'm here and I keep, spinning out of thread
I'm my own worst critic,
era, I'm a plus like addition
And listen, I'm dishing out ish like a chef
The love is the Late Show, showing you the ladies
You late on the show? Oh we
this the only way I know how
By goin' up even if I'm so down
Never slow down
Sold out the show now
I'm so proud
They're all here and now they all know
your bloodstream
We're seven seconds, we're seven seconds from Babylon
And who are the heroes today? Doctors, nurses, shop workers underpaid
Salute
style est bien plus grand
Que Paris XI I I
Je suis pas en détresse pour les 'tie-qu
Les 'té-c
J'ai les cheveux courts, des contours
Pas des tresses
[B.G.]
I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I
askin' for mo' bottles
Ménage et plus one, I’m fuckin' fo' models
Wordplay that elevates minds like Aristotle
Murci lago, whippin' through Chicago
All
the poor
And after all you can say you saw
Cypress Hill, stompin once more
I play it by ear, I love to steer
The fifty-seven Bel Air from here to there
perished
And I just came home so my freedom I really cherish
Young when they bagged me, seven in the can is torcher
And I just did that for manslaughter
Odds
bounce,
I released my second album got no time to announce.
And often... life can go a little too hard,
Tried to break the ice, floes went too far apart.
I
of your happiness
Cause they own life's missing that
I guess I found mine in rap
It's daily flashes of you in my city
January walking in the cold
Cost 7
fine- your vision's just different than mine
See I learned how to rhyme by a different design
Remember I had the album with the Canibus sign
every time I'm by you!
This my second album, I'm back with the hits (Wit' the hits)
On the Rise was a hit, but this shits the illest (It's the illest)
[Raekwon the Chef]
So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats
On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up
Word up, never stop
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