Lyrics:
already know yeah)
Tana told a nigga you goo boy
Mama told a nigga you go boy
The Gkode what we live by and we die by
The book is what we never would
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
(C'mon)
Man! This Disturbin' Tha Peace shit gettin' on my nerves
Boy I tell you the truth, know what I'm sayin'?
While he doin' shows, I'm in these
Every MC wan' try and take shots
Tell 'em boy there hard work pays off
Anyway, everybody wanna do grime now
Real talk, let's not lie now
Yeah, look
Cause the streets aint where it is, foreal
(Rxnel Verse I)
Face gated I aint gotta tell ‘em
Who I is
Drive-by’s, look
We aint catching Ubers here
Aye…
"Bigger Picture"
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records
the boys are back at it
Come holler at us, the boys are back at it
So line em up, shoot em down
Do it know
Welcome to ground zero
Tell 'em it's ground zero
'em
We always solve 'em, like
Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though
Like so much has happened yo, and I mean shit, by the time y'all are
as minhas tracks, há muita cena pra ouvires
Escuta todo álbum, muitos temas pra sentires,
Carreira tá a andar em passarelas de desfiles
Tudo já está escrito
rhymes in Ghana tryna play Amadeus and Brahms cut to now it's time for
Rap Opera
This is renaissance music (Let me tell 'em what it is)
Cyberspace music
where he stand, we live by law and we gon' lay it down
Tell me he want smoke, 187, that's that same shit
.357 send you to heaven, knock out your brain
the game, they just think that I fell in
I'm like soulja boy, but like um, without the telling
Something wrong with them, I thought that it was me, but it is
arrived home"
Instead of saying "My kid
Came home from school"
You can't say "Kid, came, that, got"
You see, um
Grandmothers tell you "Don't say got"
You
to wait, uh
Tall grass, yes I know around me be some snakes, uh
Haul ass always movin' so I like to pace
Soulja Boy, I tell them that they out of date, uh
dogging like some bitches
Feelings i be in em
Yellow thoughts
And ima trynna be a smiley boy
Found my wings and now i wanna sore
Yuh
Who would tell
the back of the album
And send 'em to Tommy Boy Records in care of "Dante the Scrub"
1747 First Avenue, New York, New York 10128
For those who have all
workin' on nigga? (Um, you know, I got Curren$y album)
(And quietly workin' on my album, ya dig?)
Oh, I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next
Danger, tell these babies there's no
Space in the manger anybody get rude
I send for the head top rearranger
Go home and do the math
I'm Jme multiplied by
just like the game of pole vault
Hold up look at the game and appreciate it
Stop hating on all the artists
While albums even get rated
Tell you to be
Ronnie G, baby
(Tell me how I'm 25 and I'm an OG)
(Put 'em on blast like bazookas)
Ay you know what, you know what I don't think one time was enough
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
trapping dodging traffic me and spin master with some gang members
I can tell by your homie eyes they ain't gone bang with ya
Life sentence both snitches
the only ones that Know so don't tell me watch my Mouth
Nighas dropped the addy a year ago
And i still go by the house I done Learned his route know errnody
the soap
Goldie Loc, Tray Deee, Too Short, no doubt
Tell 'em how we eat and what we all about, nigga
These hoes know, what's up, niggaz been havin' game
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