Lyrics:
work for F-E-D-S
And plays his recorder
You think he placing he taping his order
Marking the bills they read,
Tasting the waterf***ed up
We
Broski one oh one tyeb
Lewandowski wahad ***
Lpaps byetghawae champagne
(Paps paps)
Bgho, bt chil tipsy by ze lake
Lpaps besties maa Drake
Ou besties maa
to buy your single, nigga hell no!
If you dubbin' this right now 'stead of buyin' my album
You're
CHORUS [Kardinal Offishall] (Circle crew)
(You're
Air Ones
Bangin' "The Black Album," track #1
She like that Jay shit, that's her favorite
If it's gon' get me the pussy I'ma play that shit
If she
Uh, rap niggas back on the chopping block
Come out that house, back to yo mom and yo papa spot
Back to the county, back to three hots in a hostel
Yeah, it's CMG the album, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
History
You ain't never seen this many gangsters in the same squad
You never seen this
Mr. Big Dreams no tolerance
Cut you at the house and haven't hollered since
Get bored quickly
He stay grown
So the p-a-tron had to get poured
Smash down Lennox, head up to the 'View
Some reporter wanna holla and I said it was cool
Wanna know about the album and the Enemy's new
How P.E
All negatives around me yeah they gotta go
Relationships I lost while I been in album mode
All for a purpose dawg and the greater good
Been
Deep in the war-zone, where the trail and they heart's cold
Keep the banger on short-hand, surrounded by poor souls
They'll tear you apart though
with the Mafia
hittin' niggas for they bricks like Gracias
the cockiest, it's obvious, it's me, he, who?
confront frontin' niggas like "You want it? well
y'all come face to face with my heritage
M.A.F.I.A that's Cosa Nostra
I put the H.E.R.O in heroine
Superpower, shit, I drink coke with my pasta
Will
Rebecca
I stay schemin' by myself, cause I'm a bachelor
If we fuck on our first date, ain't getting back witcha
Igama lam ngu Bathandwa, that means to be
now rev up the hood
And these niggas could to be these Infamous could
And the Mafia villains would fuck up a rookie
Drop him to his knees wit a N-I-N-E
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
it's just me by myself
I could have went and got Kendrick, went and got Snoop
Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q
Could have went and got E
off
By the realest MC, and that's me
Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets
Knee deep in the game, other half in the streets
I got that permit
cbd, I'll be free this evening
And D R E wit Eazy E cd, I need some healing
How many more albums shall I drop until I hit the ceiling
You tell me hip
a name, uh
Sippin' lean, takin' E, Percocets, Purple drank, Xanax, everything sound the same, fuck
Bunch of drug addicts in the house of pain (bruh)
Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese, no deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys, no
I am trouble in the flesh, you can't see me with the Hubble
We ain't wishin these niggaz good luck, go get a clover
This Bun B, it's "B.E. 3," this
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
the hard-core, real raw, underground
My name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!
[Xzibit]
Well it's me, down with D-are-E
X to the Z rocks any party
Rocks
Bank account full of loot, it was wild as a zoo
We was down for a while now the album is through
Better see five stars by the album review
Or you
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