Lyrics:
ya
I'm the emperor, I'm Caesar
Can somebody tell me where the MCs are?
I violate over guitars, annihilate and operate like I'm on ER
Lyrically gang
Strike three, ooh, I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this
got yo back you got my back
And life ain't guaranteed
Loyalty
I got ya if ya got me and even if you ain't got me
Loyal to a fault they take advantage
I I get it,
Whoa hey
Yeah, yeah,
Whoa hey
I run New York!
Whoa
I get money, money is got
I'm back on the streets man,
I get money, money is
on, ion really freestyle
But nigga in the meanwhile
I got ya bitch in my coupe, me and Lil Snupe
'Bout to party ya bitch, show her what to do
'Bout
while we just tan
Babe I know you got a thirst
Cause without you ya
You know I be missing you, ya ya
You know I want you right by my side
So, please come
Sipped on lean now I'm feeling slumped
Sabe up dough then invest in a slug
Baby come arch ya back bruck ya back then I'll do my thing and be gone by
missin you)
Last year ATL we almost got physical
I can't talk now read about it in the interview
(While ya'll up in D&D) I caught two and three
left, right, left, leave 'em coming back for more
You got that step-by-step when you come out on the floor
You got that ooh-na-na-na-na-na
You got that
a gangsta back at it
'Cause I'm the last of the Dons, goddamn it
I hear ya talking, but I don't cater to the chit-chat
But when I see you in the streets I got
Everybody knows
Pit's got tight raps
When I'm in the club
DJs bring it back
With no questions asked
But the number one question is
"Does he got cash?"
Lil
Everybody knows
Pit's got tight raps
When I'm in the club
DJs bring it back
With no questions asked
But the number one question is
"Does he got cash?"
Lil
paid to the man uncle Sam with the hand
Verified by the swag jewelry swing when I dab green leaf full of gas
95 On the dash and we ant never looking
Back
all on my plate
All of the thugs in the back
They shooting craps and they got The strap just in case
So stay in ya place!
Who tryna play i came
nigga
Evrybody an' there mama duin dis rap thang
I'm thankful dat my lil' brutha ain't in da hood bangin
Just be thankful 4 all ya got
If it's just
well, I'll tell ya
Got so many rhymes ya know my throat is sore
It's 1992 and still no one to vote for
Well, like my words is what I'm seeing through
'Cause I'm a street genius
With a unique penis
Got fly chicks on my dick
That don't even speak English
I'm makin' ducks shed much tears
I buck queers i
everybody's broken
When push come to shove
Fall down you get up
Ya the water get a little rough
I need you to help me love
Don't wanna go back to what it was
I
back
Cause in the alleys out in Cali I'mma tell ya
Mess with the best and the
Vest couldn't help ya
Scream, if ya feel me see it clearly?
You're too near
missin you)
Last year ATL we almost got physical
I can't talk now read about it in the interview
(While ya'll up in D&D) I caught two and three
the worst side of me and yeah, fuck anxiety
I'm not for that, if you talkin' smack
I got no problem knockin' you right on your ass
The villain's back, you
ya'll tone
Now you see the chrome
I'm a blast it for ya I'm a blast it for ya
It's Freeway all by myself
I'm in da place all on my own
In da club
dick, bet you tear up the sheets
'Cause when I drop this dick, bet you come back for more
I'mma come back could you suck me 'til ya throat sore?
Aye,
busy daddy's writing a song
This song ain't gonna write it'self
I'll give you one underdog then
You gotta swing by yourself
Then turn right around in
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