Lyrics:
an good thing I'm back then right
Look
It must be us, the never ending saga
It's like we envy drama get it? Envy? Drama?
Before I lay in bed with an serpent
down) selling by the G (the g)
My partner having Addy's (my partner) I wont never go to sleep (I'm up)
I said fuck the job (fuck that) imma serve these
ParkinglotGhost
A lot of time rolling by I can't stop it (no)
Made an album way back in March but I ain't drop it
Thought you was on my side
But you
or the
Legs of a hoochie
And that's off top like a toupee, I'm 2Pac
Coming back for doomsday, spitting at cops
Go and cop my album
Get high to it, pop some
say I gotta odd sense of humor, killer clown sittin' still by the window
Tough links in a crimson cape, sat there with my lipstick smudged
I got
and wait with bated breath for what I write
Win without and within, each album will be white
Pop plenty champagne in my own private plane
Only lines, no
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
looking over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be
gotta turn this fuckin' album in, man
It's been three years
Freddie has himself holed up in a fuckin' suite in Vegas
I know he's tryna charge us for
The world at my sneakers,
Gold pieces moulded with Jesus features,
Give streets the fever from the way I spit the Ether,
Came on the scene at 19
Przyszły? Nie wiem album 09
Na śniadanie i na obiad na kolację proszę Ciebie
Dobra nuta wjeżdża z buta aktualnie gra u Ciebie
Dajcie nam żyć dajcie nam żyć
ya
Respected by gee's cos I never tried to be one
But I've been around Dappy and money makers
It's football and music, we'll let the streets take us
a blonde bitch
I got my own fragrance
Powered by 50, goddamn it, I think I made it
I tried to keep it basic
They wanna complicate shit
The feds on my phone
the snow, hey-oh!
Viewtiful Joe, I rumble, ayy-oh!
Look at the days, look at the days, how they going by
I be stargazing but I’m ‘boutta make a devil cry
If I
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
furniture shopping, too busy burnin' you
Watching you, learning you
Word to Pac, I'm plottin' to murder you
Sure the thought can occur to you
My next album
don't shock me
I'm supposed to have it. You never been close to karats
That's why you poppin' that shit jealous bastarts
I ain't impressed by you playa
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
between a floor mat and a door mat
I'll leave you sleep by that thing where the floor at
I'm stacking so much paper
You would think I got beef with
was good, Max, that's my boy
I'm just speaking facts, you bring us joy,
Thank God for this album, he's the best
Gosh darn it, Max, I'm so impressed
bitch
I'm on the come up, got fake people, they proud of me
By the time that I blow up, them suckers probably be tired of me
So just admit it, you're
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
I got my city on my back, I got my brodie by my side
I got a 30 in my strap, for anyone talking on the other side
I got a 40 rack in my pocket,
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