Lyrics:
dripping with
Russ just said "gimme a minute"
In an year we hitting different
Even then we still gone kill it
Ha
What you think am joking bro
Way that av
the Iain't-got-me no-woman Blues
There is the Iain't-got-me
No-money-and-Iain't-got-me no-woman
Which is the double blues
And for years, it was thought that
That
homies a Whether B
Fred Dogg S P double E D Y cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe
B
Seaten
Watch me make this look like nothin' (it's nothin')
I'm a make this look like nothin'
[Verse 2:]
I am solo, dolo
When they see me on my high horse - polo
niggas in the game
A lotta niggas got two albums I can't explain
How they maintain to keep the same migraines
I can't help it if my brain is supersonic
a clean record
Gave him the lane to go from street coke
To the good life of the champagne it's
Also a play on how he
Makes money off records, his albums
Are
I am 10 albums in now
And no one you know
Gives you anything
Nothing is handed to you
So I gotta take it
And you know
Claim my claim
I am hip-hop
up by a stylist
And Mr Chows giving my order the whores who doubt it
Like I heard you blowing up
Vizzy tell me all about it
Well I got a Caesar hit
first moved to New York
I was a teenager it was 1979 and New
York was a very scary place in the
First year I was held at gunpoint
Raped on a rooftop with
of the time when he can break the chain and get out
I ain't gonna make it
That's where he's been for twenty years
I ain't gonna make it out
And that's where
stand it, so whaddayou say
Too $hort can't rap, no fuckin way
But here I am, workin in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin slow
excited for this album
I think this album is definitely your baby
And it's definitely gonna be heard by a lot of people
And a lot of people are going
now (light now)
Talk to me, nice
They say it was never gon' happen
But I survived neverland like the Jacksons
You never swallow slanderous lies
he'd stay up (for what)
For popping those needles
Intro
It's just for fun
It's just at night
It's justified
Everyday
He risk his life
They making
Billy Joe went to Saigon
For Uncle Sam
Now I go to see him,
He don't know who I am
Once a year I get a card
From Mary Beth
She's with husband
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
(check, check)
It's been a whole damn year
So how do I feel now?
Did I turn it around or did I burn it to ground?
Am I gonna spend another tryna come
waiting on my albums
This for all my homies that be waiting on my albums
Rhyan, it’s happening
Phone blowing up, and all his homies want to rap with him
money in the field together
A couple years done passed by since We chill together
But I know I'll send the beat
And he gone kill whateva
Roman And Don
laid, bitch
She suck me way too good
I finna bust on her like first aid
First mixtape on Soundcloud, got hella hit's
First album got paid that nigga
From the new album "Time The Conqueror"
GIVING THAT HEAVEN AWAY
By Jackson Browne
Pretty Nova, one year over
Legal age of consent
In the flower
enough fellas to be you, nigga
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas
I make you Holla, Holla, I Ja Rule niggas
The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe?
I'm
to the core
Yeah there's more in store
cngels all around seeing 444
Intro
It's just for fun
It's just at night
It's justified
Everyday
He risk his life
capture the flag
Setting next year’s fads, y’all still rappin’ ‘bout swag
Get your album shrink wrapped, call it trash in a bag
We’re a four-alarm fire,
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