Lyrics:
around town? (What's that?) Your new drop rented
(I know) I got loose knots in my denim (yeah)
And a shoe box full of benji's (Rich Homie)
Two shots
an outgoing kid that be flowing
Over my mouth and drop rhymes without knowing
So I suggest you back up, go get your back-up
Of 10 or 12 rappers that I'ma
hot from the start
Off the chart it'll Still live on continue to run this marathon
They could separate us by place, they could separate us by time
We
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!" (Scratched 4x)
[Uneek]
Ayo kid for years I've been into rap
Writing funky rhymes to get my name
and bags from Chanel (uh)
Issey Miyake, smellin' up my Kawasaki
Draws by Versace or them joints by Jockey
Clock me workin' real hard for a nickel (uh-huh)
January, February, March, April, May
I put my fist through your teeth
Elbow drop with elbow grease
Old school kid man, alphabet beats
A, B, C, D, E f your
solo or with the crew
You feel the vibes when I step in to the room
I’m a flee guy I can put it on my set
3, 2, 1 then I’m off that, jet
Do my ting never
bodies two by two, ha
Time to head home, baby, what that sex 'bout? (Okay)
Have your head on, baby, lose that cell phone (Okay)
We fuck to fly, she let
every show
Whole crew couldn't be faded
Straight untouchable flows
Faithful few stayed down
Whether I'm rich or I'm broke
Trees by the pound, take two
inspired by that feelin' that I provided (talk to 'em)
Book of Conway, I'm far from my final chapter (uh-huh)
Retired trapper, my idols wasn't no rappers
be matching my kicks
my jump off might hit my dance on that bitch
yeah we outside and we thick.
We just might smoke down your block.
We might bust
[Hook: Idreese]
You know I stay fresh
You can me on my movie set
You know I stay fresh
You can me on my movie set
I got that OUD, got that drop
I see ahead by a hundred moves
And I saw you, but I let you saw me in two
'Cause that's what illusionists do
The way you kissed me when you lost
of scelli
Plus I'm sinkin ships, doin whatever makes the blow rock
My crew is givin nothin, stuffin chicks without the showtime
When I groove up put your
committed
Is fornication
I rock hard
With a rock-hard fortification
Nowadays
MCs are either pimps, players
Killers or murderers
We drop jewels like
Two
my face
These bullets he gon taste
A waste of your life, steppin' wrong, I'm on trees
Best ta leave me alone, best ta go make some cheese
Enemies
Insane Clown Posse!
ICP! About to take you way back! Way back that is, to vernor!
Posse, Yeah!
Me and Shaggy 2 Dope
In the home away from home
In
I'm plannin
And I'm killin you niggas for sport
And I'm tackin your life
And I'm leaving you dead on the side
Why cause I had no
2 way shootin
song,
Got you and your mom screaming 'YOU ROCK!' at your boom-box,
Moshing on your living room floor, raising two palms, and stage-diving off your
Ughh
Gimme some
Ughh
Yeah yeah yeah heh
Ughh
Get sticky wit it
Ughh
Get your name back
Not that
Ughh
Nigga want to lay up on my
your ears though, but your spirit
Just close your 2 eyes and open your 3rd
And witness vibrations spoken in word
Word y'all
Sit back relax and enjoy
new fetish
Just got out of bed, and I knew you'd regret it.
She drop by some head and then boop-boop she finish
Got fruit-loops for dinner and chew
With every stroke of a pen
With every drop of a line
I never live with regrets
My only goals to survive
In a world that's govern by fear
I plan to raise
and Marley Marl we're goin one on one
For any sucker rapper that chooses to come
And for me Craig G a/k/a The Kingpin
I drop science, can't you
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