Lyrics:
dined hired up
When your times up
The Lord made his mind up
Everlasting torment for all you snakes who played foremen
I got pains in my stomach
I
The average, the best, the epitome
Anyone who holds rank of an MC
Will be slurped like the drink through a straw
So get the punchline, I'm down by law
Two are's
You know what, I don't believe you either
So I tell you what, I'm coming up with a compromise
Yeah, just put your hands up
I only know it if your hands
The Jewels, along with that bike
This ain't my first LP, listen I am nice!
Not like polite, but destroying when I write
To build new, and if you don't get it by
up your two hands up
And two fingers
By the time I count to 2
If you want some peace
By the time I count to 3
You gon have to meet the beast
Since you
call)
Calling my phone number, what do you want?
Bitch, you put up a front
(No, no, no, no, no)
Nobody wants to get through if they gotta break a barrier
but by my lifestyle
Life's wild, I ain't tryna get tied up
When I fly out got the pussy lined up
When your reputation precedes you
No redo, gotta hit it
his Daytons in his hand
Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by
Road House about to go full Patrick Swayze
That bit at the end where he ripped out that guys throat
So I called up Billy Webb and said get your coat
I
from here?
No, ah.. which one is it?
(burp) excuse me. It's the one by the airport... you know... cause we gotta get up early an'.. fly outta here in
a brave soul can start
There is no such thing as fate in the eyes of the mad
Only by aiming for the moon can one fall in the stars
If all you do in your
quite
Nicely, get your wifey
Too much time she might like me
The new version of DJ Quik in the 90's
My rhythmalism got these wack
Niggas tryna find me
mentality fueled by possibility
Brick by brick. Foundation of the new me
Version thirty-four better than version one
I hope to see version eighty for all is
Tomorrow could always be worst
Now keep them bottles coming by the kiloliter
And get that Ana off your chest, try to keep a clean shirt
I'm so grand
selfish and evil, lose without a chance
So take life by the hands and lead the dance
And kick the devil out whenever you have the chance
No, no, no, no
pounds like James Brown give 'em ?Hot Pants?
I make your girl get down and open it up
Put my dick up in they jaws and go in they butt
I'm a young hot
But could you answer me the question
"Why the person that do for all
Get caught up in the stressing?"
I don't know, but tell the truth
It just hurt so
musical uplift
The depression didn't result in draw of a spliff
The production of the LP great by the hands of HT
Well appreciated G
Family bonds loosen
fun and still get to hand in my next LP
I be about...
(Hook)
[Verse Three: Q-Unique]
I'm about grabin mics, wearin Nikes
I was built to go through
that you summoned me upon the mount
Surprised by your version of the meeting
Surprised by the version that you're handing out
Sometimes I wonder whether
meaning ain't no motherfuckin way
Rappers get gassed come on and get fast
Try to get past when I blast, and you can hand over your ass
One line
that pole up
Wait wait wait
He think he a hero, now his lp 0 I'm just colder
I'm in my element
Stick blow like a *horn noises* now he heaven sent
Or he
niggas get they hat brought to them, you don't communicate
Well hands and the gat talk to you, what's the convo?
Don't think fast, you end up getting
East side, South side also get it popping
Got the bitches non stopping in the studio hip hopping
And like a drive by got everybody
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