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firearms and one pound of marajuana
Apprehended by four US marshalls by the state of Washington
[C-Bo]
They thought it was over but it just started
And some
on
Check out 9th street, a big sign, El-Pee got served in neon
Trendy indie underground 'cause you haven't got a choice
Take away your elitist buddies
matches
Full linen suit
Next to Lisa Les, some WNBA loot
Slide a few mommies on a plane
Sippin' coladas
Wrote half the album over the
Sands in the Bahamas
and
Thinking how the hell to be the man that means something
I can't afford to just sit around and be nuthin'
Or creeping in the streets gripping heat passing
the street,
Applause all over me,
Applause tells me on the bus to scooch over in the seat.
This beat crazy and it’s produced by me,
Wait till the end for my rap
Album 'Ghetto Fabolous' is being bumped at hooky parties
And street corners cyphers throughout the projects
As well as in gated suburban communities
the haterz
That doubted the album
You didn't think BIG could do it again
I'm top fifty with a ring
See I do it to win
Now my name back on the streets
Name back
question it
We gon' get the album done by the deadline
I'll talk to ya later, over and out brother
years since that shit happened
But Too Short don't stop rappin'
In '85, I was on the right page
Ten thousand niggaz, Short live on stage
Underground
the tales that I tell so well
[Too Short]
It's been 15 years since that shit happened
But Too Short don't stop rapping
In '85, I was on the right page
Every day with pen in hand, I write until the pages tear
This is what I love to do, it comforts me when I am scared
My songs are like an avalanche,
I walk a golden road
Streets filled with people made of mold
The thoughts inside my head keep racing
Though I keep it filled with pasting
Beloved by
the artist behind the music
I might do a pop up exhibition
And get the streets & high society to put a red dot by this piece
If y'all don't know what a red dot
Machine Gun Kelly is as self-effacing as he
Is talented known also
By his real name Colson
Baker, MGK effortlessly defies
Easy categorization from
start at 10 and it's sold out by 11
Rappers blow up, go and debut they whole album on Ellen
But not me I do it for the, do it for the streets
I do it
mitgebracht
Für alle, die noch mit uns down sind
Und immer wiederkommen, wenn wir unseren Sound bringen
Eizi Eiz - „Das E“
Denyo - „Das D“
Dj Mad am Mix
did rap
I was styling on you niggaz
Now I dont know the reason
I been waiting for forever
To drop the first album
I was dying for the cheddar
You wont
lost their faith
they Regret it at the end
Am pretty sure about that my friend
This is chilakill bitch am booming in the streets
Bitch ass nigga
I'm too hard to kill, I refuse to die
Sweat tears and blood, paid dues alive
In these streets I roam, I've been blessed to live
Could've easily got
a runner
On the mic I am a gunner
Making noise like I'm the drummer
In a parade, but what can you say
These the games we play
Ima slave to these pages
and freedom by security officers
Yes, it can be said that consciousness is dangerous here
From the seller on the street to the people who build the road
mixtapes
I'm not afraid, take my face and my name, paste it on the front page
I'm already famous and you'll never change it by hating
Or claiming
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
streets
I play a bigger part
Better believe that you don't wanna
See a nigga start
'Cause you'll be laid up with doctors
Looking at a nigga chart
Yeah, they
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