Lyrics:
brown tee
Muhammad throwback, who sport a jersey by Ali
And if he made one (Hell naw they don't excite me)
I'm all about my cash ridin' around wit
streets, I'm safe Safe by the bell
Call me streets, call me streets Love to see that, baby
Strip, strip down Spin around, spin around
Ooh, I love the way
It's Antonym, you can call me Noise Beat lawyer
Cause I represent Sarajevo Noise Beat like a big employer
DOOMEDFROMTHESTART It's the biggest album
look act and sound and same
They'd rather see me clash make me
Push back my album date
By any means necessary
Get me on a Malcolm wave
And now they got
to check
“Yeah bu-“ don’t interrupt me I’m not finished yet
You dropped an album but you’re still not bigger yet
You start up and you burn out just like
Brooklyn is me
Matter of fact, the East coast, fuck, took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin' that real shit
Volume Three still sold more
by the way this is Hov'
One shot Dillinger, one shot killin ya
It's only one Roc La Familia
Sigel lock Philly up, Brooklyn is me
Matter of fact,
Brooklyn is me
Matter of fact, the East coast, fuck, took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin' that real shit
Volume Three still sold more
To give me the thoughts
To ration the heart to ask you now
I wanna give you a six finger handshake
Not around your hand, but your body, if that makes sense
smiles to frowns
Snatchin' crowns from clowns beat downs are found
Don't know me don't come around
Tippy tippy (pause) tippy tippy (pause)
Sometimes
love, yeah yah (woah)
Cause we don't know what could happen next time feds come around here
(Pa pa paw) heard them boys shot a ni**a down
(Pa pa paw)
to bustin' in ya E-Y-E, baby baby!
Bitches know they love to hate me
I come, you come, we come, with back some maybe
How close we came to comin' together is
I'm still in the dungeon/ Bitch I never left, pass that sticky icky ganja/ Creep on ah come up, I crept and I came/ Respect the dead game, remember ta
a fish bait
Now I'm dancing like, a dolphin, full of faith, was it fake?
Cause, you found, the diamond in Heaven
You got me singing, my Symphony (l-o-v-e
ain’t got no homies
That’s what happens in jersey
Took an L now I’m learning
What you do don’t concern me
Yea what they do don’t concern me
beat from the pocket now
And the crumbs on the face how I love the cake
That one thing you supposed to do
You look around it’s wherever you look
But
They should sift this on digital fish scale (dope)
D-O-P-E, that's slang for what I sling (dope)
Life's a dice game and me and Allah finna tee lee
I'm
Haha
Ca$his, Ca$his
Yeah (king Mathers)
C'mon (pistol poppin')
Come get me, nigga
Pistol poppin', bodies droppin', layin' all around
You
like a Jedi master
I Did It By The Book boy but this is a new chapter
I ain’t no killer but I know niggas if you touch me they’ll come around
where the hell Sniper come from?
H Town, baby, no love for you busters
Regime too raw, that’s why they don’t love us
The Mexican patna reppin’ SPC
Nobody
the wrong thing
Are you gonna blame me or you
Gonna sing the song again?
I don’t rap ‘cause I have to
It’s ‘cause I’m mad at you
Everybody come around when
around you baby
And i just can't explain it
but I'm feeling so high
And I just can't deny it's so new
Tell me you want my love
Baby please don't
to show love
The Crips told me ,"Come back soon," for sure, blood
Been all around the world bringing soul food
Million dollars later, still I ain't
want me now, that's what I have problems with
Five-star suites, Trojan wrappers on the floor
That's the aesthetic when you gettin' half a mil' on tour
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