Lyrics:
order three And I thrower em 4 back
Whipping up mo crack Whipping up mo sack
Yea I got a job but it’s hard to go back
Cause I want Maybach and them slave
really who are you?
Oh you that guy on social media trying to make news
I mention you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you
Billions of views, your ten cents
parlay and desi
E C the mob
Gotti and pesci
You fuckin’ wit’ 12
Like laura and eddie
Damn
Better make way
Album dropping
Niggas screaming may day
From
indie records show up in a W-E-A box?
By saying your independent, you belittle the whole movement
Real emcee's work hard, ain't got investors to put out
All paid out on a standing order
Causing dispute and a health disorder
Shut down shops and they barricade borders
The country is run by thieves
the new owner of these fuckin streets
Go by da name of Plies have you heard of me?
[Verse 1:]
Kept it muthafuckin gutta from day one
Right now homie
it something special when I drop my new CD
My fans they love it and they love to see me fly
My fans are ready for my album drop tonight
Eager they
the indigenous people up in Yellowknife
I miss the graffiti of BK
Tryna head to Shake Shack, then eat it on the C Train
I miss the sounds of New York
Only if
and had me fighting the urge
Fundamental parts of human nature
I might be able to put in my music later
Co-producing an album you didn't even know that you
live in a cage, I should have learned Muay Thai,
Before I learned how to tie my tie, New World Order making us live a lie,
Just trying to be happy
biz
I talk a lot of mess for someone new to the business
Folks ain't heard me yet, they gonna witness
That the future is
Black excellence
If you wrote
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
My birth 12/14/77
I was predestined
To walk in the laws of Heaven
And build with my brethren
But sin was my transgression
In order to receive
plus 2 vets, who's next?
Lord of the Mics got 2 checks
M.o.e. New album, new sets, new best
Relax, I ain't no best
Wouldn't even bother, could
This is the E-mix, this is the E-mix, yeah
And this gon' be your favorite song
Memories don't die but I can't say the same for you
I been
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
of shit, a-ha-ha
It's a new day, new regime, new change
You don't like it fuck you
But thanks to e'rybody who bought this album
Big Pun forever, Ton'
of shit, a-ha-ha
It's a new day, new regime, new change
You don't like it fuck you
But thanks to e'rybody who bought this album
Big Pun forever, Ton'
and 5 inches long
Paramedics feel for a pulse to see if you gone
You was pronounced D.O.A before you got to E.R.
The doctor swore that suicide was
Niggas need like an EP or an album to get they listeners hooked… get them in tune, you know what I'm saying
Not me though
Just give me two minutes
to try lean
And think a squirt of visine will save them when their eyes bleed
Shit flows, fake rap
You really want to play that 8 track album from a rapist
like me to
Boy my album coming soon
Blowing o's right by the pool
Playing beats I'm making new
Songs that u can bump it to
Last of dying breed
Bitch
I'm so profound
Cause its always sum new about the queen
Hallow tips on the bullets and I keep 'em clean
Don't mess up on them orders just check
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