Lyrics:
to Virginia (V-A) link up with Timbaland
Now I'm bustin they ass
Now they callin me The Incredible Man
I'ma shit it sick like YEAHHH
And there is one
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
Sometimes I don't know why I dropped the album
Sometimes I doubt that as a drain man, I am Malcolm
My own feelings made my bars Wacker
Next time we will write
and get man handled
By Slim, E.S.G., OG Ron see fix your damn channel
If you think we all right thurr, and speaking with bad grammar
I know Bun be , Lil'
auf Stand-by
Entweder schlaf' ich ruhig am Ende
Oder hab' Blut in den Händen so wie beim Blood-Gangsign
Das heißt, ich würd' für Hip Hop sogar auf 'nem
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
Give A Damn
He Was That Liquor In Ya Hand
Sayin' Kill Me Man
He That Lil' n--a Cross Town
Hatin' On Ya Hard
But He Aint Ready To Go To War
Dats Dat
If a young n**** died tonight then
Would I get love then
Just love me while I’m here
Just love me while I’m
If a young n**** died tonight then
Would
shit on your new album or what?
Yeah, I'm gonna kick some of that shit
But ah, partner I don't even fuck with the nine no more half
Man don't you
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
school.
In this man's world, you can't be no fool.
If a pimp is what you wanna be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology: a pimp's
was 3 years old,
Straight pimp game I was told.
My daddy sent me to pimp school.
In this man's world, you can't be no fool.
If a pimp is what you
no 9 pistols
He actin' hard 'cause he got that gun
He like Brian Nichols
Might hit LA broke as fuck
Leave with nine giffy's
My nigga Tron iced up,
that love N-O-are-E
"I know why'all love me"
I know my fans been sitting around waiting
They looking...
Said damn it's summertime n-o
Ain't drop
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
Who wan come try, dis-respect
De mother yon chop upon dis head (chop man)
Mother knows every style, oh-wayyy ohh
The champagne drink, rock-n
Man, who would've thought I would've
Made it this far? It's number five
Five albums
I recognize that it's because of you
It's only by your grace that
me the Incredible Man
I'ma shit it sick like, yeah
And there is one thing to understand
Y'all know what it is and Petey is the one I am
Spit what I
blessings and reconstructed by lessons
I stand now in the streets shouting hymns of a man resurrected
And yes, he will come again
And when I meet him I’ll
brotherhood)
Weather you are in the states
I don't see a Nigerian, I see an African
I don't see a New Yorker, I see an African
So by keeping the African identity
see me n the team right now, Knee deep in a QP of weed and we blowin it by the ounce
Yeah
Back inside the lab, I think it's finally time I step in
Back
said forget what you don't have, look at what you do
You got your, father, your mother, your sister, your brother
You three albums deep and plus you just
My homie asked how I feel forward
(I said) To be honest man I want more
How much more you gonna want for it
However much I need to make toward it
broken arms
T is the n-o-n plus ultra
Aiming with a mitra at the rap game
You're a lame man, I'm a layman
Waiting for the mayhem
Pop corn, I'm not pop
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