Lyrics:
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
Und was macht dieser Gzuz Typ da im Video?“
Aber alles cool
Wir haben das ja selber mal gehört
Selber mal gemacht
Und es bringt riesen Spaß
Mit
Made 10 tracks by the weekend
He talking shit, that is pathetic
Run up on him, he might need a medkit
Numb the pain with anesthetic
When these bitches
and positive but why be negative?
What's the matter, G? Black cat, got your tongue?
Fat track got you sprung, now your hung (do ya feel me?)
Dum-dum-diddy, is
Verse 1:
Check it, I catch more heat than a histitic jew
You catch two thumbs down like a Matty Rich movie review
Your individuality is missing like
saggin like a thug, buy a hoe the Louis belt
The whole clique, throwin ten, I can do that by myself
My sound ground, they be alien and don't know it like
Two-thousand-three baby, Kool Keith, I'm up in here
Very different - and he wants to talk to you
Admire his immaturity
Took you away to better
[Pete Rock] To all my Bronx niggaz (Yeah!)
"And I say right about now get ready to get down
to the funky sound of the man they call"
"Pete Rock" "and
still ain't gone win
(So I can slap ya)
And you're still gone lose by enough to fill up six mansions
(Six of 'em!)
Yeah, the papers cool, but I do this,
stomping in my big blue Chucks
More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditching you, klutz
Bump-bump-bump-bump while you're bumping your sounds
It's the zoo
you in a movie
prove
show something to me
show some thing to me
show some thing to me
well
that's quite a tale
shells
down by the shore
more than
her
You gave it a shot, iss my turn now
Innovating, you ain't even heard a
Heard a sound like that
Lotta time might pass
We don't rest like inertia
She
a nigga movie Nate
It's all about Ren and Banks like the who riders
Motherfuckin Compton niggaz got them true riders
In the street full of shit, make niggaz
(I Go By The Name...)
Before I spit this lyrics, better get a dictionary, better still Encyclopedia
'Cos I immedia-tely unleash rap bombs on a track
We hustle In order to get by to the next day
Ducking informants,keeping our names outta they essays
Watching for 12 jumping out for brothers
a few stacks
Minutemade to the head I'm on the track
Sent it to DUL he gon send it right back
Go do do do do that's the sound of the strap
Only moving
the garden of Eden
I want to dance to the sound of freedom
Freedom – the sound of freedom
Verse 2:
They never called her by her name, just a filthy rag
giving opportunity
Too make a difference in music but gave no opportunity
Nothing new or fresh just the same ass sound
Same ol' producers with the same
holdin' the crown
How that sound?
On tracks, it's like boomerang
Sometimes you gotta let shit go to watch it come back
Evidence, presumed innocent
holdin' the crown
How that sound?
On tracks, it's like boomerang
Sometimes you gotta let shit go to watch it come back
Evidence, presumed innocent
I been Flexing
Side by my tenant
Get the bus in
Jesus Christ I'm repping
Open my brain
Reveal my pain
It's always penetratin
I fell in love
Yeah it's pretty cool
Alright but that was hot
But when you go from that to lyin'
'bout been sponsored by a condom packet
It's safe to say your career's
It Out on a Pete Rock track like C.L. Smooth
See we livin' in the Matrix way before the movie
Kids fiendin' 'ore the camera screaming, just shoot me
change clothes
Said its a different world Doctor Strange or Dewayne both
Told him I was hitting south by he like dang
If I would have stuck with you I'd
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