Lyrics:
weakness, try and get to know me,
And I can leave my homies and be your Tenderoni. (2x's)
1st Verse
Cheeko - G
I've been a mack since I was younger, but
you got 10 mill
I shine so bright I blind ya
Cross my crew, we'll find ya
It's a motherfuckin shame
My dominance to this game
I live for gun smoke aroma
easily blinded by fortune and fame
(Do it man)
*Reggae chanting for 34 secs*
[Lidu Rock]
'cause in the projects man, you got to watch where you walkin
to wait, shit ain't seem like it's the same, yeah
Private jet for the crew, Fine ass bitches on the loose
Baby girl what you do, baby girl come through
of Queens
We get the cream laid up love love for dame
'Cause I mean what I mean,I'm out to claim king
Doin my thing, do wild stakes my namell reign
Run-dmc
Live for you
(Fresh) fresh, yeah
For all you sucker MCs perpetratin' a fraud
Your rhymes are cold wack and keep the crowd cold bored
Run-DMC
Live for you
(Fresh) fresh, yeah
For all you sucker MCs perpetratin' a fraud
Your rhymes are cold wack and keep the crowd cold bored
glorifyin' prison but I'm built tough for biddin'
See survival of the fittest shit I live it e'ry minute
Every hour to the second, I'm granted my respect
can neva do is ague the truth
I'll break it down for
You, but it’s harder than school
Need a hublo and
A two door and a harley ah do
If I let you niggas
just
For her to carry me
So I was brought into this world
To live like your majesty nigga
When I get that 10 racks nigga
We gone hit the mall
And just
You don't know my crew or who the fuck I am
Step back with your redneck views we ain't given a fuck we do what we choose
Oh I'm rude oh my bad sorry
(uh)
What you know can't do you? Then what you flow for? (Uh)
You ain't gon' get there tryin' to be me, dawg
Look through your eyes (what?), See what
find a man
That treats you better now
Trapped in the muse
Of lost love for you cus
You've gat the groove
That gat me confused
Amused by your looks
the
One that it hurts you, completely being sleazy but will
Do anything for my old crew, the demon clan, never a
Fan of mankind, but my design needs one
Never been shit, never had shit
Never knew shit, never out, never do shit, damn
But a homie never gave two shits, damn, damn
Never been a bitch,
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
conscience
Question, what do these things all have in common?
Everybody knows I'm a motherfuckin' monster
Conquer, stomp ya, stop your silly nonsense
Then I write, spit, produce, mix and master, do it all again
[Verse 2:]
Some of the things you can’t win, death, tax, or presidents
Society makes you
care
He was nothing to the crew with the full-down hair
Trigger what I mean is they're down to shoot
Ain't nobody got it like that damn fool crew
Guys in
nerves, man word
I'm expectin' some etiquette in your segment kid
I brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do
So all them antics and funny shit you do for
you know
You should support this kid with your whole life
And this is to say don’t forget it
I got a message for you
A-track or stream or cassette
better recognize) (2x)
(Think you better recognize) (2x)
Sam: (Dre)
Well I'm back in the mix with a bottle of hennessy,
so fire up a blunt let's have
What we have and what we do are two different things
This is your choice, I ain't saying nothing, you got to pay
This is your fault, you made a poor
conscience
Question, what do these things all have in common?
Everybody knows I'm a motherfuckin' monster
Conquer, stomp ya, stop your silly nonsense
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