Lyrics:
real the hard knock
Watchin gettin crunk they start they won't stop
Hoes get naked for cheese they love that
Take the baddest bitch in the club
I
me
Like my first love, it's that first drug, gets you higher than you've ever been
You should know by now that I spit fire, that is evident
Ever been
intro: this is a public service announcement or call to action to the representatives of the black community we're in a state of emergency we need
dick do)
Real niggas we gotta get paid too
Check it
First off I'm the realist in yo city
Got ya momma saying "damn that Nigga pretty"
She keep playing
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Uh huh, ba-by, ba-by, uh, it's goin' down
This is that muthafuckin' nigga (off the sound)
Yeah, uh, bulletproof
Intro
It’s judgement day
So get ready for your execution if you ain’t ready to take flight with me man
Verse 1
What up to the world I don’t know if
Niggas Got a Problem Bitch I Go By Young Codeine
All Dat Pussy Shit Gon Get You Shot By Pistol Pete (Pistol Pete)
Bitch I Paid The Cost To Be the boss
Curb peeling my skill is infinite
I get to jumping straight to the money
Cali real sunny but some niggas shady
Hoping out the mobile on auto with
can't do trusting
Never know who is real can't do trusting
I'm trying to get paid today smoking this pain away
And I look at my momma and see her crying
of crooked teeth in his mouth
Make them hoes bounce, that can't get enough
Niggas say I made it I ain't make it enough
Man hang that nigga, you a real lame ass
better get it it's your time (no it ain't)
But nope I say it's God time
I'm just a maker of hard rhymes, due to the hard times
Skin's real thick, you
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
stressin
I just wanted to win and I did it they tell me they love I care but I don't get attached
Ain't no more paid by the hour a hunnit a second I figured
just bein' silly, go ahead n get mad
Intro brought directly by a dick slap
Tic-tac willy but it's pretty like ya tit bags
Slip that pilly in my gin n
Intro
Listen me I paid dues, to make moves
But they all played fool, like it was April
I been on the grind, even when I de school
But now it's that
quarterback it
Looked up and all that stackin' got us both paid (both paid)
Real niggas know (ah, ah, let's go)
Only my real niggas know (uh, yeah, yeah)
We
so many
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many
[VERSE 1]
Boi I got so many ways, ways to get paid
Wake up every day
Money to be made
Poppas know my name
Day by day
Getting paid
I'm getting paid
I'm getting paid
All the time wey I dedicate
Na all the time they use investigate
Now I'm
Get-getting paid
[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Fuck these hoes, it's the re-do, you know how we do
Every Single Bitch y'all
From the Psycho Active album, by my nigga X
[Intro]
What the fuck?
'99, get your name back nigga
(Get your name back nigga)
Double Up Motherfucker (99)
Double Up Motherfucker
Don't
the president call me Obama,
from summer to summer i feel like Osama,
see i get checks before i get paid,
i get chicks n i get laid,
fucking ur bitch n she stuck
As I sit back relax
puff a blunt/sip a Becks
think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail
for fuckin Patti Labelle
oooh
As I sit back relax, steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail for fucking Patti LaBelle
alright with me
So come on over
And run this train with me
We get her pissy drunk
And roll a dutch and blow some trees
But anticipate this
The girl is
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