Lyrics:
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
stayed on the raps 'til we made it on the map
By then, No I was my main guy
He and I was like Chi-town's Gang Starr
We had came far together, with a long
anticipation
That feelin' that people can't wait to hear your album playing
The day that it drops, patiently waitin' to hear the Villain
I be gettin' goosebumps
see myself gettin' bodied by a clown-ass nigga
That ain't even from my town
Hit him up in the chest and now he's layin' me down dead
And up from
CHATTING & Fuck the GAME SNAKE SHIT how many years you not made a song or a beat fuckin weak saying a couple years back eminem couldnt be beefed wit then you
& Fuck the GAME SNAKE SHIT how many years you not made a song or a beat fuckin weak saying a couple years back eminem couldnt be beefed wit then you go
of strong
And sat there 'til it's gone (never done that)
Ain't no plus one in the trap, come by yourself or stay at home
Make sure you aimin' at his neck
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
cheap labor and fat profits by selling, to you
Before you say what I think, take a deeper look
Why are these people so poor that they need this work
No
under my arm
Smoke charm and learn about this world's ?
Revelation the world cooks
I spit gold versus the pearl hooks
The first album made the world
the letter B in the wheel
Seat back
Light sayin' tank on E
I got the drank on me
You better bank on me
To be the one and only nigga that you ain't gon'
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,
it’s money over fame (Cash)
Bro hit my line said “long time no see, we should grab food” told him pick a date (Soon Link Up!)
Told him if you bail [Bale]
and who really got your back
So I made my first album within a year without that slack
I got a song with X-Raided Goretex and thirteen thirty-three
Dr Dizzy
the next man, too
You ain't got it, give him yours, cause he got less than you
Give him game, and that's all he need
The knowledge, to plant that seed
talk yo shit
Only God can check me
Let me talk my shit
Better have him on the cell-e
King talk yo
She asked if I was single
Said i'm album, fuck
They kill yo' fake Slim Shady ass
I got crazy cash
Money, but I'm so mean wit' it
I could take that Young Mula theme and
Do a whole 'nother scheme wit'
This is jail, 3 burners made Tina Turner dance
Probably, you kidin me? Only my man bust side to me
I was gotta be slicin the pot, if I divide it by 3
just trash bro
"You don't know who I am, do you?"
Check me out, yo
Straight out the land of the groundhog
That's where the devil refined him a genius
start off? How we go wrong?
Niggas risk it all to put a nigga name in his song
Niggas fighting over blocks that we don't even own
Leave the house
with wealth so I act like that
Drug dealin'
I'm frontin on the world once I start 4-wheelin'
Cause back on the 41st side we do a ride
Sippin E & J,
the letter B in the wheel
Seat back
Light sayin' tank on E
I got the drank on me
You better bank on me
To be the one and only nigga that you ain't gon'
Writing checks you ain't gone cash, I guess yo money funny
I embraced the hate, cause shit it made me famous
Folks steady talking on my name but yet they
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