Lyrics:
the remix
I go by the name of Sacario
[Fat Joe] Yeah!
[Sacario] Angela, Joey Crack
[Fat Joe] Pick the music up man
[Angie M] Let's do it
[Sacario] We 'gon
niggas by the balls
See me comin', drop the drawers, stop and pause
Hear me bustas, better drop the charge
Mothafucka, i'm about to roar
Spittin'
to the Cross, I won't run out
Id rather be 6 feet deep sleep before retreat
No defeat, all is obsolete when I pulls heat
Used to be from the set
Used to be
contacted by magazines now
Holding them ransom with clips of my sound
I'm gonna need that advance in a week
I'm gon' need a couple thousand at least
Bitch I'm
you do is tweet
You know I bring the heat
Vegan ass niggas wanna beef
I got 3 different attorneys on my payroll
I broke the mold these niggas old these
You gotta feel that heat
And we can ride the boogie
Share that beat of love
I want to rock with you, (All night)
Dance you into day, (Sunlight)
I
today
Huh!
Yuh
Most days I feel like the bad guy (Bad guy)
Superbad beat the devil by a landslide
(Huh!)
Leave a hand unshook
Josh these hearts since mine
those gangsters
I'm allergic to those bullets
They say Sho be a rapper or a hooper
In Golden State, I'm a warrior surrounded by those shooters
Dad
known to rock
You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block
Ladies they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off
How nigga?
My last album was
So you tryna get some attention by cussing and eating a fucking cockroach?
And Goblin, you get no props on it
It sucks so much I get blowjobs from it
Dwa lata przerwy, nowy album jest w toku
Pierdolony head hunting wersów na płytę roku
Wall street WWA, Marszałkowska po zmroku
Więcej gwiazd niż na
Fireside is blazing bright
We're caroling through the night
And this Christmas will be
A very special Christmas for me
Yeah, this album is dedicated
on someone payroll
Fifty cents is Lloyd bank account
Blabber 'bout me at the Tabber
But I work by lantern
See, I figured out this pattern
I'm the only one with
fiero
Pontiac went and died, follow em to the grave bro
Sipping quevo, making so much peso
Making so much cheese, might invest in queso
You know its heat
Ladies and gentlemen
Please welcome the underground champion
Of the world he goes by the name MGK
And his flow is timeless
Uh, I let it breathe a lil
really applaud me
Lining up trying to guard me
Balling with the wrong cleats
Every album that I drop shit is all heat
Illest nigga alive and that's what
Yea, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me
I'd never amount to nothing, to all the people that lived above the
Buildings that I
still ridin' beach cruisers
Dude, I see through you, 'cause you're plastic
Bring the beef to you, put the heat to your vlastic
Fuck the last album, this
Nigga's wuteva...it's only the real that they recognize by the real
And since you don't recognize you know the deal
How I feel? I don't know emotions get
Socke (drrrr)
Mach' ein ganzes Album in der Hocke (p-pow)
Scheißegal, was sie erwarten (scheiß drauf)
Bring' den Heat auf die Straßen (brr)
Zerfetz'
[Chorus]
Runaway, run for your life he's returned...
[Carlos Coy]
I ain't worked in 2 years, guess who's back
Still, my whole albums sell like
cats talk about
On stage in your city until the mic cords start shorting out
Turn the heat up, Semi x turn the beat up
Flux fresh on the scratch like
little nigga put me on
Drop albums hot freestyles
So let me hit them with
A little bit of Flipmode
Bust your head then bust your rhymes
You better cut
je rouwt
En is er heat in de wijk zit je zelf met die kou
We trappen nu langs plekken waar ik dacht "Dit is forever"
Voor alle dingen dat we deden
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