Lyrics:
to the Streets album
We have so many entertainers
I would like to welcome to the stage right now
Allure, Case, Common Sense and The Firm's very own AZ
Come
Hahaha
This is not a diss
Yo
I can't believe rappers have the audacity
To package these trash CDs for fans to peep
But when their sales and their
I should change my rap name to sock man after this one
Yo check me out, literally
As I fade parallel to the mesh I will rest as my essence is swept
green like Jack and the Beanstalk
And I do them hoes stone cold, Steve Austin
You ain't talkin' 'bout money
Then you bluff or cheap talkin'
My team often
in the gutter,unh, never judge yo book
By it's cover word to the motherfucka
I I didn't stutter but what if I lost it and
Came in the office
Back the name wit potential, but now they know the outcome
So now the ticket's weakened, I stay away from tricks
Defari, phil da agony, xzibit, and tha
Man this beat's so lazy
And I've been so wavy
Drink by drink, going a little crazy
And I'm lit so early
I just want a bag and the game toe tagged
Smoke
picking, talkin' bold till this shit get deadly
I be geeked, we ain't smoking on no cheap dope
I can't feel my body think I might be going sleep mode
een tell
Oh that's yo bae
Then why you just given-out-stares
While I'm takin' ha' up stairs
Sayin' she gon do some laundry
She ain't do no laundry
But
gangsta shit
I V Y nigga and they ain't ready for it
The BX da jungle I was raised by the gorillas
So hold all that silicon and all them cheap fillers
blowing by you, beep beep
I bought your bitch from you and she came for the cheap cheap
You want the answer to life, the money be the cheat sheet
I’m
Baby, it's all in a day
My pen used to run across the page doin' suicides
When they said by 25 that you would lie, inside a box, no controllin'
I E
You know she fuck for cheap
I'm a fake that bitch, rob that trick, if she try to play with me
I'm a run it, imma squeeze, yeah I'm from the dirty
my sleep
You can get them but they not cheap
DKJ, Yung Judd, and Big T
You know that we got the keys
Started out with diner
Man we came a long a way
(Mason)
Picture this, little Fred out there really hittin' licks
By 15 he's locked in jail but no one didn't visit him
It's cool though, 'cause
Time to tell you, why I'm doing this!
Imma go slower so you will understand what I'm saying.
Ey yo Feli thanks for this old-school beat.
Guys I
Yo wanna hear it more
Come in with that killer flow, Al Capone
Blast the speaker right off your tiny ford
Ride it off as murder by the best lyricist
that they live.
I'm from a city where kids, keep dime sacks by they dick,
Attached with a strap to they hip, steady harassed by the pigs.
Sold coke,
beat
Talkin that ra shit with me
You know its gone pop off homie
All I hear is faa faa on me
Yo ass long gone no sleep
Everything I got on not cheap
I
your flaws at
All your little secrets
Show me where you weak at
I’m a build on top of that
I’m a sharpen up ya reflexes
I dnt do no cheap tricks
Leave me
Yo you couldn't see my with a telescope
Words to cancer smoke your antidote
Give me the remote turn them off
I'll let my album melt your ass
Heh heh, a ho ho ho
Oh my goodness gracious, yo Bido, check it out G
He he, yooo
[Bushwick Bill]
I met this freaky thing, Juanita Madlock
She had
it
I’m not fooled by your white power politic
White flower? Not none of it
I don’t sleep with the government
Just the kush, not the ye yo
'Cause
the name
Yeah, papercutz
Papercutz, Paper
Here we go, papercutz
Papercutz, paper
Paper, cutz, papercutz, paper, paper
Are you gonna do another album
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