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I wrote a rhyme
But at the same time I also wanted to have fun
To prove my haters wrong, I wanted to have a crazy album run
To be the best, to leave

Astronomical 
Million dollar body 
(Wooh) thats bionicle
Yea its times to go
Where you  wanna go
Pull up to the scene bihh
(Yuh yuh) join the team

I'm just talking over it
Like those famous people as if I can do that
Yeah, the albums pretty uh
It's not the best quality
But you know
I did it all by

a lil work now she creaming for the green 
cll these albums that a nigga dropped and released 
Y'all still ain't seen the apex of the beast over beats

my life 
By trick or treat 
My album drops in your sack
I speak freely 
Fuck all these dumb broad
Whorey females creepin on my shit
Can’t call me

green
I took a step back just to marvel
At all of my blessings
I’m stuck in a moment of peace
Immune to all of my stresses
Surrounded by people I cherish

They took her to Elizabeth Taylor to dry clean

The lone seamstress, who was schemin' on Al's Green

You know they shoot for the stars and buck wild

fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch

on a
Higher plain like Al Green
Now I mean, ay ay, they hear when I talk
Got that white girl and that
Green lady like Fairmount park
And this nigga think he G
I

Once Again (Here to Kick One for You)

Grand Puba

So...How's Your Girl?

1999

the pine and get paid, no nevermind
One time as I sew it up like Dr. Frankenstein
Chickens ride the pony cause the rhyme flow genuine
As I do it like that,

Yeah, it's been a long time coming man
If nobody else is gunna say something, I'm-a say it myself
It is what it is man, hah
Yeah (Ayyy!)

First verse

niggas so live, why the fuck would I care
When that lambo flow by, y'all suckas gon' stare
And all them haters gon' hate
Fuck them, 'cause all them hoes

that's where I'm from
That fly shit my niggas talk never been done
My shoe game is on Hammer Time, can't touch that shit
Ho keep talking bout "fuck me"

dollars")
Niggas will sell their soul to
Go platinum and gold
I'm cold 'cause I got the
Gold and kept my soul
Drop an album full of soul
Sold twelve times

rapping tight
Take my time creating flows that other rappers bite
Water into wine words blessed up by the hands of christ
I been grinding
I been working

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

Yo, Dest'n?
Remember where we grew up?
Was always at your granny house, we would be living it up
Was tryna to get that cash by cutting grass, wasn't

Get Right

Busta Rhymes

Gun Talk, Vol. 5 [21 Tracks]

the Red Monkey Jeans? My shirt was made by Gino Green (Nice shirt)
My jewels was made by David Bling (David) They call me the underground king
Chain bling

to the pumps
Had you floating in the ocean
Now you trashed by the dumps
Nifty fifty gang, I was raised in the slumps
Pockets so fat like it's raised by

face
Rewind button busted hearin her say
"I love you, goodbye" no, wait Asia
I won't make it if you fade away
"Too late"
 
Every time I wake up I'm in

hooked one time
So I gotta OD

All I ever wanted son was a brick, a mask and a hunnid guns
Put a grip in a mesh if you want it son
For them chips I be

tallies hella green with the 'shrooms 
Makin money problems hella beans I got toons (Hey!)

These hard times
These hard times 

Making money Prada shoes

in einem Bombardement
Sehe aus wie Jay-Z in '99 auf dem Frontcover
Von "Life and Times of Shawn Carter", Rap Phenomenon
Don Dada, Frank White, King

down
You ain't the one to 
Bring me down, bring me down

Hunnin band, hunnin band, hunnin band
Raining on her ass call her piggy bank
I aint got time for