Lyrics:
niggas see what's goin on here!
Yeah! kay slay! busta rhymes nigga!
Album number four big homey!
And let me explain to 'em why your
So much more than a dj!
brother
Gotta get through me to get to him
Gotta get through me before you get to Em
Ain't drop an album yet
Already 'bout to hit a M
It's gettin' spooky
gun
He'd been blessing every one of my
Albums since the first one
On this mixtape right here
There is no interceptions
Every track is produced by Dilla
that's what my cousin Meechie say
But we could pull about five, I'm talkin' five, that's just by either way
Five million for my album, that's an easy
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album
Phenomenon O.C.
Big L, 0-3-9 baby
Diggin' In The Crates
Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin'
Yo, yo, yo
I'm from a place where
But still shorty wild
Turned on by forty cals
Was young never saw me wild, clutch Robert Horry style
No wonder why I picked up triggers to beef
I
Niggas in the city were it's beef
Drop a album for the whole youth niggas know it's real
Member going to the food stamps office with my pops that
show you where this dirty shotgun goes
Mad like six green mean joe's
If i'm a little crazy i think it already shows
Because i talk about anything that
about me got me so confused
Ya losahs, taking these L's by the day
If you don't want another get the fuck out my way
Run it back my niggas
Run it back my
bad, sis" (my bad)
That nigga act like he too good, even for a bad bitch (uh-huh)
I'm a buy a Lambo' 'fore this album hit the fans, bitch
Tell
hittin' at? How you miss that?
I was the freshest nigga in the party
Louis V'ed down, shades by Bulgari
Ho out of body, gone off Bacardi
See you and I'm
started
Dropped 2 albums sounded so apart and
Y’all still in the same spot, sound the same as we all did, yeah
Don’t compare to me these others
We are not
Last night i had a vison i was the best
Woke up the following morning went to studio and gave it my best
Gavem an Album several months later they
mills
Tour the album, only for more sales
We used to catch those on
The block with crills
Now it's paid shows, promoters post up bills
Sign deals only if
wondering why I called the album TWELVE
Of course it has TWELVE tracks
Released on my birthday 12th December (Hoodrich Gon’e Pop On A Nigga Fore The 8)
12th
reach my goals
By giving me a penalty
'Fore I rest in peace
I add to the recipe
Go in-depth you'll see I ain't l no deputy
I'm charged ain't no the felony
All-American self hatred runs deep
White boys all I see whenever I sleep
Niggas think I think these
Thoughts on purpose
But I knew 'bout NSYNC 'fore
Stripped Raped Strangled by Cannibal Corpse
Reekomposer by Tony Reviere and Joe Benson
They think they know who I am.
All they know is I love
Delores T., Screw her, I never knew her
I'm good, like milk mixed with calugha
Intimidated by the songs I made (why?!)
You soft like suede, I'm sharp
never get rich surrounded by broke customers
You gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots
Dirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks
I
on the bass
From Alabama by way of
Los Angeles, Californa: Larry Larsson, yeah
Wanna apologize to Larry
I'm sorry you missed the Bulls
Socks, that's life yeah
I got props and pissed on
I was dissed by the system but I still tried to get on
No one could tell me that my style was unhealthy
I never
When the hype slowed down
After the first single buzz
Hadta' still get by
So I hadta' hit the club
Hadta' still get paid
Wasn't gonna' be a scrub
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