Lyrics:
around June
My baby asked me where I'm going
"Why you leaving too soon?"
Ice on my neck look like it snow when
I want P's in the room
Up the drake, get
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
like June, I’ll be famous real soon
Check it, I’ve been getting bread check the expiration
Keep a grudge till I’m dead, check the dedication
No
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
don't dry tears, I just aim at them on purpose like bla'!
Mini-14 like bla'!
Empty out another magazine like bla'!
Let a young nigga get by!
I kill
the pain
Prayin’ to my God that he
Takin’ it all the way
Fuck the money and fame
I’m just hopin’ that I can make
My way out of this p-
(June, you’re
Yeah, ho!
Yeah, ho!
Yeah, ho!
If I hit it one time, I'ma pipe her
If I hit it two times, then I like her
If I fuck three times, I'ma wife her
to make it rain
Yeah, third album, nothing was the same
It ain't safe, it ain't safe, A-$-A-P
I come from The Bay where the cuddies say "Yee"
Touchdown
got a couple minutes to choose
And my time is like dollars so I only got a couple minutes to lose
In a minute I'm a hop in my ride, if you in this
speed the clock up and pass some time,
June 17th, 1979.
That's my first time being arrested,
I know I did the crime, but I ain't going to confess
Rock ya like Chubb, and burn scrubs like a dumb-dumb
Remember Redman, last album I was Hardcore
Now I'm back to tear the frame out your assCRACK
talkin 'bout "Oh, I had it all"
So it's mo', money mo', albums - add 'em all
The scanner that seal is the reason
I feel like a man of steel still standin
a mistake to society
Yeah, Don't you understand that sometimes I need the privacy
Sincerely misery, is an intro to my diary
Grab the guitar & sing like Shiloh
rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove
Luftballons
While the one hit blunder rushes exhaust like city buses
I bond, like resin cause for the sake of skill, lost and found
Found by DNA
To the treys
R.I.P Zay, R.I.P June
Had to wake up to another homie's Murder in the news
Gotta thank God that I made it when Beef escalated
Could've been lacking
[Dr. Dre]
Hey, hey, Snoop, what up? This your nigga, Dre
Hey, man, I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it
Jumped ahead like June something
Still I'm wheeling that Maybach
Tom Ford with my braids back
Tom Ford and my shades black
Dope boy with a cape
Rock ya like Chubb, and burn scrubs like a dumb-dumb
Remember Redman, last album I was Hardcore
Now I'm back to tear the frame out your assCRACK
done by the 9th of may
Gotta write the song by the end of the day
Convinced if I’m late, it’ll will mean my dismay
Album released the 5th day of June
you know
I don't like rappers who say they got next
When they've been in the game for 10 years or so
Impressed by the fact that you fake niggas famous
an album, get classes
(Chorus)
(Prodigy)
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B
B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns
am the type to get it by any means, yeah
You just a hoax
I could pull up in something nice and clean, yeah
I do the most
Stay with the extras like
away in July 2018.
‘You move me like music.’
Album design by Marloes van Asselt
Desktop publishing by Mediadub
Front cover illustration by Mencia
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