Lyrics:
[Lil' Boosie]
Ugh! We dropped again on you bitch ass, niggaz! (Laughing)
Every album like a bird!
If you buy Trill shit
Then you buy that real shit!
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You drive a bucket, that you bought for a G
I ride around snuffin them fo'-eighteens
In the back of a motherfuckin big ass truck
Jump two rows
don't need one
NB: The TV Version continuesthe
Album version continues below
Praline: Then I would like a statement to
That effect signed by the Lord
I'm back again
Been here since way back when, now let that shit begin
This album 2 but this song was written before the first
My mind racing, I'm
But I'm the new owner of these fuckin streets
Go by da name of Plies have you heard of me?
[Verse 2:]
Nigga since me everybody body claiming REAL
stu
I locked myself inside this booth
Cut communication with a few
And by the time you hear this shit
I'm workin' album number 2
Like Babyface I get
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
We die, we all take shits in it
[Kool Keith]
There's a million albums out there with that opera
right now
Even though this helps me to sort my goals by priority
The time it will take me to finish my goals is not guaranteed
On top of that new
like a 2 dollar bill, in the Stu with the hits going straight for the kill
Dropped one album and they all screaming more
Hop up in my bag, time to check
tryna get a boost
Counting my XP by the twos
I'm making music like Usain sorry if I lose ya
But I'm making moves
I'm on these tracks like searching for
And bro, I'm like so, I'm so like, I'm so like
Lookin' forward to your album
I'm so, cause I sow how hard you worked for this album
I'm like so,
So excited
38.4 seconds in and im about to kill the flow
Hop in my car, tank almost empty, im about to go
Album been teased for a few months, i hope you ready
I was woken up by voices causing fear and pain
So eager to fix something that was not up to me
Been trying to see the love they told about
There's
Y'all mainstream rappers tried to kill the genre
When I can revive it by not smoking marijuana
I will also be a decent home own'a
I'ma 'finna own
MAN y'all MUST GOT ME CONFUSE I TAKE NIGGAZ BY TWO I BREAK NIGGAZ IN TWO MAN y'all FAKE NIGGAZ IS through I HEAR YA ALBUM IS POO I'm JUS TELLIN DA TRUTH
as long as they can't see our faces
One, Two
One two, you got it
Wootah
Runnin' through the trenches (what?)
Runnin' through the trenches (what?)
ziomek, pеwnie pokochasz moje kung-fu
Tu każdy punch to klasyka gatunku
Liryczny Bruce Lee, gram w ping pong nunchako
Nadzieja na to, by znów hip-hop miał
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
One wa-wa one, one two, one two
One wa-wa one, one two, one two
One tigga one, one two, one two
Dug Inf on production, my man Com for
wouldn’t be kidding then
I lie in my room I’m having some tough thoughts
But I think what it did to him
By finding myself felt like a mix tape turned into
that Pimp caught two cases
He got probation, said, "Fuck you hoes"
We finish the album, got ready to do a couple shows
And then he violated, one month
first met, we wasn't on the same page
From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age
Two young boys who was ready to mash
Put P
Feels so good to be a bad girl
He's making me be a bad girl
Feels so good to be a bad girl
I've been tied down
by him for too damn long
I've had my share
out for the fake shit, looking out
Everybody give their two cents
Now a nigga rich
Everybody got shots to take
I'll take the hit's
Maybe I should leave
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