Lyrics:
Clear out yo family like an Uchiha
Straight up Chidori I don't need a heater
Look in my eyes before I defeat ya
Album for album I don't need
Hope
Yeah, I'm on my way, I'm coming
Don't, don't lose faith in me
I know you've been waitin'
I know you've been prayin' for my soul
Hope, hope
whole album
I don't need to no one to cope for that
When you know that I'm the baddest like what up
I'm just sittin' on back
Watchin' this game fall
favorite collaborators, Gerry Genius Charles, from Full Force who has worked on several of my Christmas albums. I auditioned for his group and they were
the sergeant
Collins Ave., Ocean Ave doin' Prime nigga
The Henny fall for all my dawgs doin' time nigga
Lately I've been fuckin' bitches two in time
Sellin'
paint in
My name strongest spot you could put a leg in
Fact rap shooter
You know that I stay wavin'
It's Mysonne! Welcome to the revolution
This is gon'
Making hits by my lonely, Caz Carter can’t control me
It’s different now brand new that’s the old me, hit up kellso he said heat only
Haters mad cuz
the money
He acted real funny
He hocked up a rock and
It TOTALLED my car!
Oh, do you
Know any trucks
Might be bound for THE VALLEY?
I don't wanna
chopsticks
I'll have the rap bitches for dinner
This is for my gentlemen
In button-ups and khakis
This is for my nigga 7-up in Castaki
This is for my niggas
[Denim: Singing]
I swear to hold you down for as long as we both shall live
I never made a move without ya, my homie that's just how it is
Now we
and it's not for fun
It'll leave you on pace to hit the sun
Cause you'll be in a race always on the run
This shit ain't funny it's not a joke
It's just
by Slaughterhouse 50 Cent
Eminem and Dr. Carter
Nines hanging outta old impalas
Speakers knocking
I just hear my ego talking
Cross me and a blanket
mug, gotta get my loot up
Bet your bitch get fucked if I ever met her
Bet your ditch get dug if you ever step up
One by one, I push 'em down, fat
mug, gotta get my loot up
Bet your bitch get fucked if I ever met her
Bet your ditch get dug if you ever step up
One by one, I push 'em down, fat
Which one of think you can go around with the pump?
My clique for real, I ain't gotta talk no more
One in the leg, bet he won't walk no more
Ladies
Paid 90 for my grill and lost it, that's why I ain't smilin' (damn)
You got Sean, you got Hit, you got Grizz, Kash Dolla
Paint you red, throw you in
Which one of think you can go around with the pump?
My clique for real, I ain't gotta talk no more
One in the leg, bet he won't walk no more
Ladies
Half-leg DiDi, try to swap drug for TV's
Stores run out of baking soda from BK to QB
My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the drawer
City laws made by Big,
of the squad but they cannot coach
(At all) louis Vuitton holster
This for my niggas in the cell
And on they wall
They got a Nicki Minaj poster
The talk's over,
my jeweler for a reference
Might buy a truck with the extra
Might use the legs for a necklace
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
rock it non-stop
Represent, show love every time we drop
Cash in for the wins, my man, he likes skins
CL, he's back up on the block
We the hottest thing
rap bitches for dinner (dinner)
This is for my gentlemen in button-ups, and khakis
This is for my nigga, Seven Up, in Catsaki
This is for my niggas
Broken home, broken dreams, no hope, nigga (no hope, nigga)
Why the fuck you think we sellin' dope, niggas? (Dope, niggas)
This for my dawgs and my locs,
DiDi, try to swap drug for TV's
Stores run out of baking soda from BK to QB
My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the drawer
City laws made by Big Nas
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