Lyrics:
Got my quirks and they work, new shorts and they’re short
Rep so many cities and we’re putting in that work
Cooling by day, and we ride at night
You
dare bring up your ex 'cause he a dead guy
I wonder
Why, oh why? (Oh why?)
Do you ride, do you stick by his side
If he makes you cry every night?
Spears:
Barricades, can't block our way
J-Lo:
Don't punish me with brutality
Destiny's Child:
Talk to me so you can see
Destiny's Child/Britney Spears:
Spears:
Barricades, can't block our way
J-Lo:
Don't punish me with brutality
Destiny's Child:
Talk to me
Britney Spears:
So you can see
Destiny's
Spears:
Barricades, can't block our way
J-Lo:
Don't punish me with brutality
Destiny's Child:
Talk to me
So you can see
Destiny's Child/Britney Spears:
Spears:
Barricades, can't block our way
J-Lo:
Don't punish me with brutality
Destiny's Child:
Talk to me
So you can see
Destiny's Child/Britney Spears:
That's how I raised em' Lord, them niggas crazy
D-boy D-boy D-boy
My pockets look Keloid
My dead presidents reborn
When I'm naked I got three arms
at your squad
High five, catch your guzi at the bar
Drive-by, spray a Uzi at your car
To thine self be true, is this a rock bottle?
Truthfully, I want my
Yo
My crew is in the house
Terra, Herb McGruff, Buddah Bless
Big Twan, Killa Cam, Trooper J, and Mike Boogie
And I'mma set it like this
Aiyo,
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Uh huh, ba-by, ba-by, uh, it's goin' down
This is that muthafuckin' nigga (off the sound)
Yeah, uh, bulletproof
Amber Ross pussy
Smell like dead fish
K.R.S.1
The ugliest rapper alive
Frank Ocean
Love it in the ass
I herard such and such
In this industry
Don't
aroma (Fill it)
Fill the room with aroma
Call up my niggas we rolling up rellos (Yuh)
Blow it by the pound all these niggas is jealous (They jealous)
I’m
are not dead or in jail
Through rock and through stone, the black wind still moans
Sweet revenge, sweet revenge without fail
I caught an aisle seat
some meds until I'm feelin' dead
I'm hearin' demons, all I see is red
Like 48, watch how I rock him to bed
Like, matter fact, we gon' put him
rock'n'roll, that's censorship, dumb bitch
The constitution says we all got a right to speak
Say what we want tip, your argument is weak
Censor records, tv,
by myself
No excuses, then I know
Okay, now we are gonna break to an LL Cool J
Uh, videos, so
just an everyday hustle
I'm too deep to quit
cause the game giva a young nigga like me profits
dead presidents
still trying to make
Lotus...
Lotus...
[Monoxide Child]
Blood bath, arms open with my wings spread
I'm in this burned down house and
I'm surrounded by the dead
Now visualize
I
yeah
I'll bust you in your meat, yeah
I see you looking when I speak, yeah
I rock them gold teeth, yeah
I'ma rock 'em 'til I'm dead, they gon' bury
fifteen with the burner out of prison
Gangster - fuck that, I'm (GangStarr)
Tell Nas (hip-hop's dead) now, my man's gone
As I rise to the top, knee-deep
the ends
Mi never in bed by ten
Mi a lickle bwoyyy, chilling in the ends
Mi never in bed by ten
Pain
Pain in my heart
Let me tell you how my story starts
they so stuck on being so fake
Tryna touch a Mill they said dyin young was gonna be my fate
Smokin on a dead opp, Ima make her bed rock
Nigga was talkin
gone by now
Shit I should be gone by now, uh
My diamonds gon' glisten, they VVS They skate on ice
Chanel on my body we don't rock Armani, you know that I
light
The sky shall fall
Pummeled by rocks
Engulfed by flames
The flare is nocked
The sun takes aim
Death by the great expanse
Death by the great expanse
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