Lyrics:
broad want it
Heard that nigga plottin on me he gone start something
If I'm busy then I'll have to sic' my dog on em
Bitch roll up, automatic when I cook
The City Bushman - In Answer to "Banjo," and Otherwise by Henry Lawson - Part A
IT WAS PLEASANT UP THE COUNTRY, MR. BANJO, WHERE YOU WENT,
FOR YOU
like "wassup"
I told 'em: "follow me"
They knew I had it cracking, B
One said, "ain't you that boy that be on BET?"
"Yeah, that's me, Ching-a-ling
I ain't playin it cool
I heard he got hit with that switch, but I don't know by who
Fucking yo bitch from the back, a caboose
Only time you can hang
an animal
Survival of the fittest my nigga
Don't let it handle you
Concentrated on the money
Now I'm stackin' up
I heard that bullshit talkin'
That I don't
Heard these niggas hatin now wassup with it
Smooth talk yo bitch yea you know that she was lovin it
Always actin out baby trappin just to run with it
game
I'm just lookin for attention by callin ya name
[J-Zone talkin]
Hehe, aiiyo Kobe don't think I forgot about you dog
Up there rappin with Brian
it
[Chorus: LL, Erick]
DO - get this bread, use ya infrared
RE - fuck the industry, it's all about
MI - you ain't goin - FA
L said it - SO,
'bout to set it off
I really turned it around
I bet you've heard of me now
I'm 'bout to light this shit up (Lit)
Yeah, I'm burning it down
I'm saying,
you clones, and all you knuckleheads
Cause MC's have used up extended warranties
While real MC's and DJ's are a minority
But right about now, I use
whippin' shit with 6 plus 6 valves
makin' millions off fiscal
we regulated,
boo I guess you haven't heard the latest about these new agents
a nigga put the clip to your noggin
(Put em up)
You to me is like bogs to some ganja
I only got love for my woes and my momma
We putting ave on the map with
Aye JFK
Aye you know damn well when I heard this
I couldn't pass on this one my nigga
It's been too much going on that ain't been addressed
Free
homies rap, fuck that other shit you think you're doing
But I'm foolin' if they think they care about it much as me
They ain't trying for an album out by
ROW!"
Chorus: This is ill yall· Yo, it's for real yall·
Can't you see that I'm doom· And I'm about to be consumed·
So young· But sin has got me so
Why do I gotta get High so I don't feel no pain
When days go by sober feels like hail not rain
Never seen this much I smoke em for his chain
If you
niggas know Ian trippin
You last? That's sad I'm at the top I'm chillin
Catch up I'm too fast I found a way to kill em without drillin (damn)
We gone
I said girl we can get it how you want it
Go ahead and have your moment
And we can party to the morning
Yes lawd
I said girl we can get it how you
visualizing this invisible clone
It's my own and it's own
Rest assured it's my dome
Maybe I need to go to bed
Could have sworn I just heard that voice up in my
on a bus, on a boat, or up in the air
I'll take you on with the gat, I'll take you on on the track
I'll take yo' ass on a trip, and you never come back
you forget, what are you on
Scarface would be rolling in his grave
If he heard about the things that’s taking place
Scarface would be rolling in his
a chopper with a system just to cool it
I spin yo block and I don't see you I come back around
I spin yo block so many times I'm getting dizzy now
I got some
to move[04:08.14]Oh word so it's beef now[04:11.07]Gon' have to tell em who I am like they senile[04:14.59]And the canned kid coming back[04:16.88]Thought we turned him
yo skully
Long hair out my New York fitted she like me eyes tho
Hook king in my city I’m just that Guy tho
Never cared about no rumors you niggas
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