Lyrics:
the bay
Aye we do our own thang
We run the streets and we start our own gang (Unlawful)
It's the yay
Aye we got our own slang (Yadadamean)
We run the world
a couple Staxx cuss we stacks cuss we locked in
I make money by myself, so why I need friends
I just run it up stack up n double up
They said my life is
cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I
that you do
Because stupid is how everybody sounded
Nigga you think you know me, but only if you knew me
Homie, you would leave me by my lonely
I'm
talk about my race on the whole first album
But black vs white bullshit was the still the outcome
How come these motherfuckers can't seem to let it go
What they know
What they know
What they love
What they want
Melt my eyes
Melt my skin
Like I'm burnt up by the sun
When I run
When I run
When I'm
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know, that I'm not a nimrod
And if you still
Written by Adedamola Adeniji & Dorcas Odutola
You can't the scam the scammer
You wan use me like James and Kamal
Bem who born their mama
Them wan
on
But I don’t run from it dawg
I want eyes on this
I want albums with no skips
You got your mind on that
I got my mind on this lil' bitch, that’s why
I
Going again and again and I get it.
They said make an album so I went and did it.
Blunt it be ripping while wearing a chain and a fitted, right hand
Unmistakable, this sound amazing, how beautiful this track is sounding
But I'm so sad, I'm an alcoholic, so I got a bottle of Jack and downed it, yeah
Run
I'ma still run this shit up my Nigga I'm now
Whenever I feel like this shit might be hopeless I cut on my album and play me a sound
I'ma keep going
Yea
From the album non album tracks
Five minutes to midnight and the mood is right
A lot of wine, a 'lil music, slow dancing by candlelight
Can't you
and bitch niggas'll do you
Inevitably we take celebrity bitches and run a chu-chu
We puttin' on magnums, taggin' that wagon, some of these birds kookoo
and bitch niggas'll do you
Inevitably we take celebrity bitches and run a chu-chu
We puttin' on magnums, taggin' that wagon, some of these birds kookoo
Inevitably we take celebrity bitches and run a chu-chu
We puttin' on magnums, taggin' that wagon, some of these birds kookoo
And murder is what I do to
These
this
Ain't nowhere to run, ain't nowhere to hide
Ain't nowhere to go, Reaper's saved your soul
Surrounded by the colors, I see crimson, black,
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
My mom is a thug with the bomb-diggy bud
And her palm on her gun
Just for blastin that ass
Actin insane for the platinum chain
And her new album's
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
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