Lyrics:
Brooklyn fast-talker
Big jewelry-sporter, sippin Johnny Walker
She bought me this drink, she's flashin her cash
She passin me hints like she want to give me
the same
And by 1998 we still had game.
[verse 3]
Only a pawn in the game
Chastised for namin names
What was said and who said it
Anti nothing so forget it
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
Blocks, du für Krabbelgruppen
Lass sie gucken, denn alles was du machst, ist Schnuppe
Doch bei dir läuft. Lauf zur Theke
Du darfst mir Cola mit Johnny holen
Church bottleneck
Hah
I'm that new age, Johnny Cash
Nasty chip up on my shoulder
Pick your favorite country rapper
Everybody know I'm golden
Got
a Big Mac
Then get smacked
You don't get pats
When you come in thru the back
They were yelling Johnny Park
Before I ever was this tight
He must've heard
reality, Germany was under stress paying World War I reparations
A wheelbarrow of cash, no less, for a loaf of bread
So who was charging interest?, Perhaps
luh da hate dey on
This aint no pay back yuh
I want it straight cash yeah
See by thru dey face
I'm winnin the race
I do dis shit laid back yeah
Beethoven, Bach, and Brahms
I want some James Brown
Even Bruce, Brian, Bono, Beck, yeah
Chuck Berry prince, Stevie, Sly, Smokey
Johnny Cash in my Chevy
Heard
through my hood village
Show cats Raiderz of The Lost album
Prepared for the Spillage
I was on the mission field
And I was spitting for real
Taking
a problem with that subject
By hearing my album I know that’s Something they regret
Should of went and took the bet
Instead of being in ya house right Now
to your last song and
I thought I got a concussion
'Cause the shit I was hearin'
Just didn't translate to nothin'
(Daisy me chow oh in orderin')
This dude
on the block, the boy was hot and didn't give a fuck (Scandalous)
Runnin' up in the black mask, niggas if you got cash, drop it off in that bag and make craps
Show cats Raiderz of The Lost album
Prepared for the Spillage
I was on the mission field
And I was spitting for real
Taking the Gospel message
was a kid
When the fuck won't I feel betrayed
By the people I've met along the fucking way
I rewrote this song again
Promising myself I'd write letters
got 'em like Chris
Rock when he played Pookie
The strip poppin', I ride for cash
N' you softer then a toddler ass
You could ask any cat that was
got 'em like Chris
Rock when he played Pookie
The strip poppin', I ride for cash
N' you softer then a toddler ass
You could ask any cat that was
they won't
stop it
Though it's just my dad's mum and la mama de la mama'
Played your mum my album and she's like "T come on
by!"
And I'll come
Fenty like Fentanyl, the
'ish is all legitimate
E was down ten for this" and
Those lines quickly go from prohibition
To a war on street drugs, associated
Hello
Let me introduce myself
My name is Jesus with the three before the E
This here is a song talking all about me
I'm a ninety's baby and I was
von E's
Das ist ein Phänomen, was geht vor im Schädel von E?
Du bist des Todes, deine Mutter meinte „Tu meinem Sohn nix“
Ich wollt nicht, doch der
PMD
Casualty to an MC who try to fuck with P, or E-dub
Catch the burner with the snub, no love
A tight defence, like the glove, so bring it
Any song
the game was postponed
And I'm always grounded nje nge ncozi yemngamla e stout
See I'm the feeling you get
When you lost your mama's tupperware
And she's
Better keep my mouth closed, so they can't see the shining
They think it was Z-Ro, cause all they seen was diamonds
I'm cold as a deep freeze, with bags
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