Lyrics:
up in the streets
Till our parents call and say that
They've been talking to police
Now we out - like I'm the priest
The precinct is watching me sink
Of the approaching MOB)
|MOB (Some) |Track down this murderer
|he must be found! |Hunt out this animal
|who runs to ground! |
|Too long he's preyed on us
|but now we
I should grab a hundred content
Creators from near and far
Put 'em on a track
Call it a "Rap Battle Royale" in fact
I'm actually going to go and do
Motherf***in' T.R.U.
Soldier til I die, f*** it I won't cry
Look my ENEMY, in the eye
F*** every n**** that ain't real, cause we bout it
And if I have
classy, gold hand bone, mama said I'm too flashy
Niggas wanna jack me, tell 'em, "Run it," like a track meet
On my DMX shit, tell my enemies to get at me
go tell Mary she a breed
And r son ago come change di world, mi Nuh seet
If a we be honest, humans all get worst to me
Yow
From di day when me become
live for you.
Sling for you.
My squad struck oil.
Now we coppin' platinum things.
Diamond rings. Nice cosy things.
And a party for free.
From
Walking down the street
And the enemy
Surrounds thee
Whip it out
Tell him suck the D
If you a chick
Tell him lick the clit
You don't need a clip
making this breathtaking shit out of the
shit we make. then, it ain't shit no more, all taken
and gone in us by us in charter at the nature theater
the front door
We better go through the back
See, that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
himself and family
By any means, your enemies, my enemies
We wet them up like a canteen
The yellow tape surrounds the fate
Don't have a face, so now
boy
[Flava Flav]
Yeah that's right
Nine eight
No joking
We coming out smoking
And for all why'all that's been sleeping on us
You're lacking
the numbers enemies we minus
Its true we menace infinite golden ice made realest out the illest of us
Feeling devine riddling past bed time so that's why we
get money instead (Joyner)
Word to my folks, we used to be close, so now I'm just stuck in my head (yeah)
I wanted a rose, but I like to ghost if I'm
makes sense
Back to the attack, now I'm turning your shine to a black out you better retract, now
I'm going all in on the track now
Kinda like you when
Busting out the attic
You know that we're in this
You know that we're different
You know that we're legends
We are living legends
We are the one we've been
on retainers like they braces out
Say my name I make you taste your mouth
Money come and money goes
Get it but don't spurge it
Your boys greed and these
Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm
Mesmerized by the words coming out my mouth
So I'm flushing money quickly out these bitches' bank accounts
wanna be my friend
Yeah
Lungu boys no dey imitate
That's why we switch lanes
No dey indicate
No be by power
Omo na the grace
Cho
Omo ope biko run
cementing
I'm on the route to success
Write this track, while I'm bunnin' on a quarter of zest
Beddz don't need to impress, everythin' bless
Now I got my girl
now he dead gone
Get him outta hear that boy is wired like some headphones
You would think that he was einstein from the way he got his head blown
niggas correspond, bitch
Kick the fuck out of the track on some Jean-Claude shit
Get the fuck out of the streets, nigga, I bomb shit
Shit ain't all good
Fresh, like it's out of the can
Garments, they come from Japan
Don't get a tan
I'm talkin' heat like the sun
Cartridges come with the gun
It's like we do
miles in the sky
Please, undo your seat belt for takeoff
You are now free to smoke about the cabin, cabin
I'm Dre from back in the day, from
N.W.A,
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