Lyrics:
thin-ass vest
You bringing them boys to men, how them boys 'posed win?
This is grown man B.I., get you rolled in the triage
Biatch, your reach ain't long
throw)
They hate your boy cause he
Ripping up your track
I was gone for a minute but now I'm back
I never fall victim to the struggle
Keep your eyes
(Uhm, yeah)
I was a lost boy
I was a lost boy in my room
Out of the shadows
Out of the shadows in my room
Into the shadown
Into the shadow in
and came up out that basement
In the memory of those that we lost, it's dedicated
We miss why'all, uh-huh, yeah-hea
This right here this whole album's
and Malcolm, this is the bigger than the album
Are-ah
Oh, yeah
The best of
(Best of both)
Both worlds, ohh
I got a million on that boy singin whatever
Khaled said, y'all know he don't like losin' (he don't)
How he get the number one album over Khaled (how?)
When he be out here tossin' other niggas'
my homie at his grave
Grandma's place wasn't too far out the way
Namaste yeah y'all could catch this fade watch blood run down your face
I know that
trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail inter chart movement
Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album
these niggas but I'm not gon' cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
Lookin' out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve
you up
Snatch your little cheap-ass chain and piece you up
You better hope you and the white boy keep in touch
And be a good little hype man, or your
drama, bullpen personna
Type of nigga that would sell crack to your mama
Take the cash you gave me and buy marijuana
Check me boy, in some turbo (?)
Meow-meow-meow-meow
We might have to sample that for the album
Hahaaaaa the cat album by the dog
Meow the Jewels meow-meow-meow-meow
Meow-meow-meow-meow
Welcome to Rap City, it's your boy Big Tigger and I'm
Happy to introduce my guest, Mr. Busta Rhymes
It's Busta Bus, you know the god you trust,
yelling, "Woo"
So before you die let's see who can out-petty who
With your corny lines (Slim you're old)
Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still
your boy Steve McNair
Don't make the good girls go bad
Don't make the good girls go bad
You don't really love her
Please don't do it
Good
Eternal
Slice you like an imp I'll piss on your grave
Like it's a urinal
I fuck bad hoes like it's a chore
These lousy wenches keep me bored
Stuck in my
am nearing tantric bust
Take the master tapes and put 'em in a time capsule
To time travel so you'll never get to buy this album
I yell out of turn
fuck for the fame
Cuz we getting lit, and you living like you's a lame
Please get the fuck out my lane
We not the same lil boy, on this side we gon bang
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
I'm not gonna cry
I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too
Looking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe
curse
To make music that this universe, can enjoy
Now see y'all later this has been your boy
Yuh, this is such a, great new album
This is such a, great
than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got
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