Lyrics:
I feel lonely by your side
Don't let me down, I used to know
That you're just here to let me go
Lonely, I don't wanna feel lonely
Lonely I don't wanna
ta cut
Motherfucking rapper queb, je t'avais dit de garder ta job
Toujours marché dans mes pas, pas les traces sur le sol
Next level chaser, jack dans
ride out like the Lone Ranger, and Tonto
Ha-Ha
what's up Big Bob?
Big Swole
Jimmy, huh
Dj Daryl
Beats By The Pound nigga
'Maine
Big Mo
All my
like a shake
Play amongst the stars like the roof in the Wraith
Get the table next to mine, make our bottle servers race
These are the games we
look like Eazy, Ha Ha Ha Okay
Don't call me fella
I'm a Dj like Yella and Bro crab
I'm hella of a producer
Talk to D.O.C I Deuced her
cP you f*cking
"trust me"
Hey! I don't trust that bitch
Coke Boys, South Bronx,
Hey! that's where I'm from
That fly shit my niggas talk
Hey! Never been done
My shoe game
It's Tek man niggaz can't tell me shit
[Tek]
I do what I do like I do for the hood
Pop tools pop jewels burn backwoods
Slay dj's who think they
wanna thank the guy who
Drove her love to me
Just like a private eye I'm on the case
I watched a good woman go to waste
Taken for granted by
the whole world in a dope fiend and still leaning,
a many years away from the game they still fiendin
My hustle and flow, sound like C-notes,
smoke like
game, I'm wearin Jordans, summer these my shoes
I'm like the heir to the throne
Me and my niggas fastbreak through your home, get ya coach on the phone
?
Your shockwaves aren't shocking me
I don't give a damn if you got a job for me
Forget the Bungie, I'm falling free
Destiny belongs to me
Writing my own
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
the strange name
I show no shame
Cause god gave the me the gift of game
Now, who are you?
Mutha fuck you and your crew
You think of drive by's
Nigga I will
[Intro]
And we go by the runners
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ay)
DJ Khaled, we the best
(I think it's time for me
and Bun like DMC and DJ Run
Everyday I come down them niggaz callin' my game
Then ge on B-E-T and they don't mention my name
Some Grip It On That Other
Sammy Adams, lazy boy
Matty Trump
Yeah, Boston stand up, we got 'em
Oh, oh, oh
Baby, you been driving me crazy
Can you be my lady?
Can you be my
G-House, bring the streets out
Go DJ please play that heat now
Sip ace, that super bass
Got me them live I'm Kurt Cobain
Like boom, boom reals in
me? They all conspiracy theories
Worthless, like testing Ev' defeats the purpose
Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women
bad
I should of listen to the warning it was fuck a flag
But also fuck you pat
You tried to make me Destoo
And that ain’t the end of it
Might as we go
struggling just trying to get by
Dated a couple girls, she said all men lie
Tired of playing games and messing with her mind
(Said, there goes a Black Girl
sound like a chicken so its time to get plucked
By a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber
Don't make me wear your ass like some 85 Wranglers
Now you all
SDMg mane!
Now here's a tune about a shorty named The Game that I met one day
Watch how I work this
Now here's a tune about a shorty named The Game
Some people in high places, don't seem to agree
There's money and power, In so many wrong hands
Countries that are being led , By greedy egotripping men
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