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copped that first and second album
Word up, y'all real troops out there, yoaw
[9th Prince]
Aiyyoaw, my lions run through club Cheetah, with rusty heaters
a break, but
He kept going like "Sorry, B
I got an album to rap"
Two decent sixteens, chorus cooked crack
Ended up not using it, not like it was wack
Just
(Cool, cool, coo-cool) Ayy
What time is it?
What time is it?
I got a penthouse in Manhattan
Two more in Malibu
I bought a '87 Cadillac Seville
best part is I'm clever too
Hand skills, hard work, gun play whatever duke
Ecstacy, oxy, vicodin, powder
Ari, haze, diesel, sour
Dust Juice, Lucy's,
fake
And as the days go by, you can?t forget
The way I make you feel like shit
Mc?s like you, I?ve seen ?em before
You keep on saying "f**k too
I'm going mad- call it road rage
No Games, No Games
The time to adapt to this new phase,
This new album gonna cause flames
Can't take the heat? Get out
Shoulders been feeling like boulders
It's time that I shake up and ease up the load
I live by the code so I'm gonna sell
But know that my soul will not be
this twig, like her knee's they red, like a fashion
You, too busy gassin'
Like truth, we cruisin' right past ya, like zoom
She said "Foof", I cannot
Harlem on the rise, give a shout out to Manhattan. Money is the motive, knowledge is a blessing, seeing synchronities before it start trending. Tryna cop
Say I'm sliding in Manhattan with my bros
And I'm tatted as a motherfucker, baby let me know
If your nigga ain't doing it right then I guess I gotta
Too $hort, MC
Rap like me, you'll go straight to the top
Keep doing what you're doing and you're sure to get dropped
Like a trick, nothing's
shoot up over the skyline of manhattan
But the lights are out on the mean streets
A small kid stands by the lincoln tunnel
He's selling plastic roses for
I hate it that we, the only race that call our women hoes
Niggas, be too hard to say "ho" at the shows
I rose, like a florist to bring the flavor
to my manager, I apologized for my actions
He told me come through the studio, we’ll record the track in Manhattan
We talked a bit and we patched it up
on the night
Even though my visions private
Let me tell you bout my sight
I was fifty stories up
In Manhattan
Colored white
Maybe it was January
No maybe March,
track
Dis dat diss track
Dis dat track
Dis dat diss track
Dis dat track
Dis dat diss track
Dis dat track
Dis dat diss track
Eminem took 9 albums 'fore
I remember sleeping on my grandmama couch
Shit was too small my feet would stick out
I'm sleeping on a queen bed I fit now
Next to a queen I can dick
of the cards I’ll be dealt
I can’t take it easy
I get ahead of myself
Imma drop some albums
They’ll be consider as classics
There Certified by the fans with
you've been there, then you know
The energy of Manhattan, the piano in Blue Note
Look, I miss the winter wonderland of Dharamsala
Eating momos, tryin'
catcher, drops ya, slasher
Dat's the the bastard with the fastest ass capture
No moonwalk, my tune's talk all by they fuckin lonely
Phone me home I'm in
to slip into a life that's easier
An attention span whittled away for years by social media
Then COVID hit that shit like a meteor
Procrastinated every
official
Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black
The name is Eazy Bob Wizzy
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
A yo l go by
serious, Kuumbaya
On a mountain Satan offered me, Manhattan help me Jah Jah
You can't search me without probable cause
Or that proper ammunition they call
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