Lyrics:
paper, shit is still ghetto
But fuck it black, you living your life, though your loved ones
Peace to your daughter and your newborn son
It used to be
with paper, s*** is still ghetto
But f*** it black, you livin your life, though your loved ones
Peace to your daughter and your newborn son
It used
splitting shit, Scorpion finish it
Test my might when i motherfucking slip in it
Gunned by association, get your wig split
Magical wrist I flip it with
knew that
I'm Marty McFly with these albums, fam
And the new album be the almanac
Back to the future with it
I've got a MAC full of music in it
I go HAM
Packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac'
Backpack rap crap, yap yap, yackety yack
And at the exact same time I attempt these
Lyrical acrobat stunts while
I
the same
Damn I wish the government didn't have my real name
The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand
Every man sharpens man, like
Get the fuck out of here, I'm LL Cool
Soaking wet with bad bitches in the indoor pool
Yo what am I, an animal?
Cause I bagged yours too
get buried in a hearse
Yeah I kill myself mac hippy analog
Rap midi turn the cameras off
I made you snap, I'll slap your bandana off
Your bitch greet me
You in the building but the building's falling
You wouldn't be balling if your name is Spalding
My mind get flooded, I think about New Orleans
Back
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
and shoulders
I swear, cause these lyrics comin sharp like shear
So put my name up in your mouth, I double-dare you, yeah
[ CHORUS: J. Sands ]
Yeah, some MC's
the building but the buildings falling
You wouldn't be ballin' if your name was spalding
My mind get flooded I think about new orleans
Back in school, you all
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
escape artist,
The weed in your garden in that place you’re still guarding
Where I am not a liar
I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade
I am
(I told you bitches my brain was in another space)
I want you to turn to your neighbor
And I want you to say, "Neighbor learnin' is takin' place"
'm a still transport with my man on the Peter Pan
Get there and bury the bricks in the sand
They think I want a tan, I'm sittin' on a hundred grand
So I can
huh?
What's the name of your song?
Going la-da-di-dum
What's the name of your song?
I'm R3D, you must be pink, going mahna mahna
It's a game that we
Telling me what time it is
Damn
She don't need a man
She like money in her hand
Long walks in the sand
It's a big world I could be your only fan
Only get
the gambling spot
Cracking jokes and drinking liquor
You still gotta hand me your watch
I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots
Razor on the plate,
cause, "Tonto Billy es mi nombre", It's slowing down at work? You know I'm still getting paid
I got a tilde in my name right over the n, Don't dare forget
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