Lyrics:
"Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
Triple C's, 305, B-O-E give us room
Whip the keys
though its never that easy
All I got is this music
Do everything I can to improve it
I'm done with school I got no excuses I gotta prove it
I rap for
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
clock
Ticking different
Blink and y'all go missing
Save my n****s but
They ops a different story
Pain is mandatory
Ain't gone matter to me
Bring no
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
climb hills
And I got a mountain to move
I'm 25 Going on 26
But I found me the fountain of youth
And all I ever do is give em the truth
Man all I ever do
the garden
When the shot clock ends go hard
They buy views but their albums don't chart
Always comin with excuses, don't start
Bottom line is they got no bars,
the microphone continue with my devilish deeds
'Cause all I see in my M-I-N-D
Is D-P-G for L-I-F-E
And all I see on the M-I-C
Is another mangled MC opposin' me
the paper
Don't need excuses
Man ah Gotta get rich by force
Paper chasing is must
If you ain't talking money you talking dust
Mandem trapping you know we dem
Mhmmm
Mhmmm
Mhmmm
Is you really mad you don't get the same attention you did before album mode?
Sweetheart, you ain't top three
Its Jesus, then
Turn when possible - already twisted
Hold on - bye!
And I think the guitar came out
Followed by twenty albums
There is only the top in front of me
You do
Chunkin up the duece
This is Gunwick 2
Bitch dont get it confused
I ain't got nothing lose
Don't make no sudden moves
Fuckin on my opps babymamas
and out
We early, KOCH put that E.P. together, that's two songs (Next and dirty)
I mean c'mon, I mean excuse me Flex
Excuse me, 2 minutes, can I get 2
And the beats are usually done by duro and clue
Who in the hell wanna battle, the ill mathematical?
My motherfuckin' brain is IBM compatible
Techniques are
, man
It shapes us is what I'm sayin'
That's what we learn from
And niggas gon' call it an excuse
Whatever they say, I'm doin' the same old shit, nah,
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
top it
Blue top it, man they all cracking, they all popping
Little Scappy though, they want no problems
I had a mixtape I want no album, no album
I'm
Pra eu chegar no topo vou pisar em ninguém
Minha mãe sempre falou pra ter em mente
O sucesso e foco trabalho persistente
Um sucesso roubado que
After this you bitches crying some tears
Said this is Taxi Cab's year
Dropped a album but I swear I wasn't rapping last year
Copped a brick by all means
b****ing for?
Is to put the is in all
Furs his or hers b**** go pitch it whore
No disrespect Mami, no disrespect at all
In a year or two maybe you can
It's not enough to have balls, Spalding, ha
One day by Starbucks
I bumped into a guy rocking black Chucks
He said "Excuse me, beautiful," I said, "Aww,
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