Lyrics:
a stop all that
By shooting for the knees.
Redrum is Audi 5OOO G.
Kelly Park started in '85 and ended in '93.
[Young Malcolm]
Piruuuu loooove,
It was Foreign,
Then came Low End Theory.
People quickly recognized who we are,
Phife is ill and Busta is a superstar.
Tours with P.E., Naughty,
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
That you are everything I want and you are all that I seek
Life is high how life is
If life was a nigga it'd be crucified R.I.P to Virgil I wear Off
it down deep
And try to kill it
Not dissing on a town
I'm not a villain
Just sick from all the stuff
That I be hearing, uh
Bunch of R.Kelly's and Bill
nigga!
Smoke with yo sister
If can't get her
Shoot her Mister
Cause I missed her
Bitch I'm a big P
I'm a young Ru
I throw big B's
I scream Suwoop
I'm like
to get
I'm a nasty bitch with a nasty flow
We are taking shots by the lot, and it don't hit the toe
Looking fish in the face while I get the gold
Need
acknowledge it
Flow is crazy I'm saucing
Flying by on a rope swing
Wind blowing you talking but I don't see no walking
You crazy boy
You aint making noise
I be
the room
I guess we'll both find out, album coming soon
Yeah
And by the way, I'm the best up out my city and I know I am
I woke up 4AM
Just to tell you
me, the whole pop world, you know
This is a phat beat, by the way
And I'm talkin' P-H phat
Thank you to, uh, DJ Lethal for this phat beat
Did you
talkin' this and that
Of how we sound like the R, and our music was wack
Dropped the album Strictly Business and you thought we was bold
Thirty days later,
the pudding (yo check the Billboard)
People round town talkin' this and that
Of how we sound like the R, and our music was wack
Dropped the album Strictly
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
The blind stares
Of a million pairs of eyes
Lookin' hard but won't realize
That they will never see
The P
(You must be goin' blind)
Give me
The blind stares
Of a million pairs of eyes
Lookin' hard but won't realize
That they will never see
The P
(You must be goin' blind)
Give me
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
On and on and on and on and on and on and
Over the backs of the lines as we growl, mutherfucker
We are livin' in the last motherfuckin' days
This is Revelations
If it don't go down now
runter von meinen Eiern
Mert Abi, Z Baba, die Kombo ist tam deli
Wenn ich TikToker fick', bin ich dann ein R. Kelly?
Diese Parts sind tam heavy, schlag'
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are running wild
September 1st, 1989
Dear Diary
I believe I'm a good person
You know, I think that there's good in everyone, but, here we are!
First day
September 1st, 1989
Dear Diary
I believe I'm a good person
You know, I think that there's good in everyone, but, here we are!
First day
in their raps
How does that transpire
To be so damned by God, you want your friends to be goddamned liars?
All we talk about are our goddamned
to us
But if it can happen to the famous
What makes you think you exempt
R.I.P to Kobe and his daughter
And to everyone on the plane
But your life's
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
(I got it, yeah) this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
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