Lyrics:
set it, just checkin your mic
Droppin hot shit I like
So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice
Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
ain't no gettin' through to me
For my first album, early 2000's, I was with the foolery
Outside the L'Ermitage, could've got Fab for all his jewelry
on khaki suit's (Ah hah)
Nike's and Croaker Sacks and sweatsuit's
And leather boots
I box niggas twice my size
I bust wit' a fo'-five
Look you in yo' eye
5th album, I'm still fresh
New money, big checks
I'm the prince of the hip hop game
All you other lil' *** stay in lane
I see y'all doin' your thang
and shove it up your ass
Followed by the "oohs" and "aaahs"
Your foolish pride gonna fuck around and put you on the loosin' side
Who got bodied?
Nigga, you
Yeah we reppin' the 5
Crossroads need a new way
Fuck holdin' L's like cool J
Emotions be high
The second we make it
Painted the picture
But most of it
You saying I should die, I just hope you don't miss
Cause if you do, we double back and turn your ass to a glitch
Over them Dre chops talking real nigga
ere we go:
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty,
Twenty-five, thirty, thrirty-five, forty
Forty-five, fifty, fifty-five, sixty
Sixty-five, seventy,
all over.
L O V E
Don't you want me?
I can't offer what you want
but that alright girl.
Tease, tease, tease, tease,
Don't you want me?
I can't offer
Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like by the tons
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip
So, run! Hop
"produced by me"
Fuck with me, you get no more Sleep, no more sleep till I R.I.P
Hold up, how I do rock, metal, Trap, rap and all of it flowing Like agua
You
Big here, Dre gone, moved on
(Scratched) Big here, Dre gone, moved on
Changed names from Aquemini to Purple Rib-bon
My first album slept on, failed
they agnostic
If I spit over the boom bap, they perceive it as nostalgic
But the truth is my subject matter is still the same
Production selection is
bang
Now think twice fore you speak
Here to take the crown and
I mean by any means (my shit go)
Bang, bang, bang, bang
It go hard in the street
Name
fit make money before this year over
By selling tapes and an Idris okpas decoder
We fit make money before this year over
By selling tapes and an Idris
megede
Fegedi chegidi wegidi megede fegedi chi ki vuku chu
We fit make money before this year over
By selling tapes and an Idris okpas decoder
We fit make
And cop my album please
We got the ganja surrounding good vibes in every place
I'm on a level unclouded by negativity
Nothing to say
Trees from the golden
the feeling
With no plaques
Back when albums would challenge acts
Like its cinnamon
Now their stats just need filling in
I'll be the villain in
Industries I
Refugees yo.. all you say
Dirty Dirty Dirty South
I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.
Sold my first A-K
I saw her man get murdered
is yo cereal
Ask me where I see myself in 5 years
Up to something superior
Being normal don't get you nowhere
So I don't need to be nowhere near you
I
to see this nigga everyday up at the school
I mean dude was cool type of fool
who always said what he meant
You could peep him at lunch
Freestylin by
little do they know
Little do they see (playtime is over)
It's a killing spree, bitch
Na, na, na, na, na
He's gonna get you
E-V-I-L D-O-L-L
Jiggaman made his first album at twenty six
I passed twenty five
I was seventeen getting rich
Ain't no way
I was gonna take what people sell me
Run
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