Lyrics:
and as far as progress
You'd be hard-pressed, to find another rapper hot as me
I gave you prophecy on my first joint, and y'all all lamed out
Didn't really
and as far as progress
You'd be hard-pressed, to find another rapper hot as me
I gave you prophecy on my first joint, and y'all all lamed out
Didn't really
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
So y’all mumble rappers best stay out of my way. Some of y’all don’t approve, that’s fine by me. Myself, that’s who I’m gonna be. You bums still stuck
put you in the right mind
Light shines on my spirit, you just getting side lined
NO 2 your album, something like a nitrite
Man I'm far too smart to go
'Babe, that's what I thought'
I'm ready to fucking go
Finna roast a bitch you already know
Make an album then I make my dough
I'm all the way up
To all the coons, I say "Hi!"-de-ho
Produced by the mighty pro
Crazy Kay Gee kickin' hit's like Karate Joe
Always with the mind every time to
Blame it
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
started!
Now all my niggas stay dirty dirty, buss rounds by the thirty thirty
Frontin' niggas y'all don't say a wordy wordy
I'm tired of y'all niggas
That's when they fall cause they met my balls
Right after I played ball
No wash-up, no nothin'. hear what I say y'all?
O.k. y'all. ask aj y'all
I'll turn
love and
I'll never trade thatso for the Bay
And Philly and all those areas and all those
Ghettos and townsi love y'all
Don't let this east coast west
torture your brains
By thinking how far
Then lean on me and I'll pull down that bar
Refrein:
Oh, something gotta hold on me
That's why I'm movin'on so
Started in the game, called myself a real hustler, far from deserving, they smacked me a muffler
Made me tougher, made me stronger, made me wiser,
Big man big track big time big vibes big work on a big bad album
These bombs be dropping be dropping on your head
Like a burton foot and a old school
there's whites, separated by the green
After five hundred years, think we play for the same team
Smokescreen, make the president a black guy
It ain't no
for you to die
That's why you better have your head on a swivel and your antennas up
Fucked around, get killed by a police the way you reachin', bruh
at God's speed
And my aim is make y'all bleed, y'all got embarrassed in da class
When the teacher used to make y'all read, uh huh, mind over matter
Never address me as "Robert" unless it's 'bout that Dinero
Far from a hero, I ain't never savin' hoes
I'm not defined by these clothes, and zeros
It
I be lookin' like bye-bye
By the way, namaste, where your momma stay?
Tell her Ronnie comin' round the way, lucky day
I be comin' with the God body
Me
the devil now I'm enslaved by this shit
Hand never sits still how shall I write with the pen
When you made me why did you leave me fucked up in the head
as Big L
Turning this albums' flow over, by just one single
You might know already my name is risky
Приехал из Сибири, from Russia, путь не близкий
Far
when they said I wouldn't
Why would they say that I shouldn't
Look at the work that I put in
I did it when they said I couldn't
Got it when they said I
Memories
They taunt me like a bird caged by scorched wings
Puzzle pieces missing
The grubby fingerprints that kissed the walls have vanished
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