Lyrics:
No Pressure
Copyright Paul Day 2002
Part of a 5 track mini album recorded near Tom's River in New Jersey 2002 by the original Makshow USA line up
Semi automatic
Copyright Paul Day 2002
Part of a 5 track mini album recorded near Tom's River in New Jersey 2002 by the original Makshow USA line up
She's Not A Girl
Copyright Paul Day 1999
Part of a 5 track mini album recorded near Tom's River in New Jersey 2002 by the original Makshow USA line
baby, the nature of the business is unstable
Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your label
E'ry album I put out gold or platinum,
Yeah, nigga
I'm still fuckin' with ya
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E.
'99, nigga, guess who's back
Still, still doin' that
Used to think I'd never make it
I was always so quiet making music in that basement
But I just dropped an album and I'm feelin kinda good
Yeah,
with the sharks in my life got me seasick
I've been riding solo you can't tell me who to be with
Every album I've been on has charted, that's elite shit
understandably shaken up by this release
The question everybody wants to know is:
Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli
Was not available for
understandably shaken up by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is,
Why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for
bounce with her, puff a ounce with her, not wise, not with
Papi chill, get sloppy, get killed by
Blood streams the guillotine f'real, yeah
Pop bottles
un tremblement d'ter-toss
Amène ta clique: on les couche tous
On arrive dans l'rap tout schuss
Lourd comme la patate à Mouss Diouf
Drive-by en
to retake moments I'll make better
Hidden among the pages of your photo albums
I can replace these mistakes one by one with hot glue
Stand right there I'd
About the drug thing
Should call this album "Nothing"
Said I'd amount to nothing
And I slip through the shadows
In the late night shots on shots like AI
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
goin' alive
I'd rather die than be a convict
I'd rather fire on my target
They got me runnin' from the police
Nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin'
are
To the d block, to anybody else whose our motherfucking family putting down an
Album, we gon crush why'all motherfuckers
Well this one is
and mc?s roll
But the albums they make never go gold
When I was young, I knew I?d be one of the best
Every time I made a song it came out so fresh
I was
the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin Patti Labelle
Ooh Regina Belle, she'd probably do me swell
Jasmine Guy was fly
que celle des schmits
L'album est aussi gé-char qu'un entrepôt d'shit
My nigga, my rebeu
Plus speed qu'un camé
Tous ces boloss rêvent de
O.G.'s tell me real good, bitch, I'm the same
Motherfucker make 'em feel good, ya know my name
Bitch, if ya still could, you'd do the same
Made thirteen
hearing the speed I exhibit
And they fearing it
And steering it
This the final war I'm declaring it
By the end of this album you'll be so fucking shook
If I could say this shit out loud without me slowing down
I'd probably go on for forever letting everything I hold in out
My thankfulness for how you
something they’ll remember
Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba
We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get
I'm a woman so I don't have real bars
I'm a rock artist by far
Yet I'm painted a rising pop star
Who raps cause it's cute, when I'm a scar
Yes do
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