Lyrics:
Yuh, yuh, okay, Look, I'ma just hop in that big body tonka
I'ma just fuck on your bitch for an whole album, Keep talkin' this shit, you not with
Come on
We gon' see it through
More than just an album, this is DS2
Gotta be ready to go as soon as He said move
Rebuking any evil and them demons
aiming for the ceiling floor
Album number 4 I’m just running up the score I can feel it in my core steady creeping in the door
Niggas hate the way I
a mil before my album hit the shelves
And I ain't talkin' bout no signin' bonus (uh-uh)
'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I'm not a restroom so
the bullshit by the ton
I say move, you better run
Diesel tar up in my lungs
(Shut up Kai, you talk too much)
Ain't no M and M, I'm fuckin' nuts
Snow- on Tha
just a new boy
Name an artist who can sing and rap like me, boy
Artist and producer, man, I do this by myself, boy
All these fake rappers, they be decoys
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
crook
By plot or buy scheme we drop Training Day 2
And done a headline on the
Run facin' fed time
Had me runnin' so long now my legs tired
Love expired,
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
Everybody, let me hear ya say
Woof! motherfucker, Woof! motherfucker
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay
I run with convicted felons
Scream, yellin'
Bitch
Everybody, let me hear ya say
Woof! motherfucker, Woof! motherfucker
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay
I run with convicted felons
Scream, yellin'
Bitch
the wire
Can't wait for this year, signs tell me by this time, I'll have a
3.0, DA, Marching Pride, I got an album release and I'm still on the grind
Keep
EarDrummers mike WiLL Made-It
Half a year later
Still ain't heard an album greater (yo)
The natives want me out of the office
Back on the pavement
to the beat move your feet get rhythm
Squares to a prism what's a diamond to an album
I can see em hiding' so I go & get em
Coach said "get em' & I told coach
let’s ride out
Airship
Feel the bass
It put me in a craze
Where we could run a maze
And make it back by nights of day
I’m terrified of what’s to come
But
really though
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?
I don't know when I'm droppin' no album
Compulsive the motherfuckin' EP, we on this type shit, you dig?
You can get the chrome get
The fitted off your dome
This shit you think you know think
I'm kiddin' then you wrong
This ain't no song, just flexin' by
really though
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?
I don't know when I'm droppin' no album
Compulsive the motherfuckin' EP, we
On this type shit, you dig?
Run To Bahaddarhat......!
Calling, calling on the phone
Was feeling all alone
Take a foot out from your home
Outside the door
Just don't you turn
Oh yeah you know where I'm from
You know where I stay
Nigga, I'm posted in the A
Sittin low in my phantom ridin high
Every time I ride by nigga, I'm
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
his chain
Then I spill his brain, then I feel his pain
Some of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Queen, we
twisting the sterile canvas snoot of
a fully-charged icing anointment utensil. And every time a nice little muffin comes
by on the belt, he poots forth...
For the hood, for the kids
Let's win
Let's win
Let's win
Let's win
Credits Roll
Six albums, in how many years?
We havin' fun
A crazy run
Time
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