Lyrics:
doper than the fluid cellur
I flip it all up by myself
I give my niggas recipes
So they can turn to something else
They love to work
That's why I
just chose me
I got so much swag, is that why you mad?
Control your hate trick, nothing good to say
Don't say shit, keep walkin' quit talkin' keep it
I should grab a hundred content
Creators from near and far
Put 'em on a track
Call it a "Rap Battle Royale" in fact
I'm actually going to go and do
late
You can keep yo three figures imma need eight
Split my dawg about one hundred nigga brought me back ten
Niggas love it when you lose so imma have
to king, wit a million
MC's waitin in line
Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and them rise
[Method Man]
Now speed it up, uh
[Chorus: x 2]
Run
yeah
I keep on hearing 'em saying I'm on one, but I need to keep it 100 like ooh
I go 300 against every odd in my favor, call me the devil
May be a god
keep a black queen, melanin pillow
That's why I made her squeeze that ass up in the Enzo
Me and ya ex baby that's not really a pickle
But I keeps a pussy
But it wasn't raining, she expecting a baby
If you don't get it it's gon register by end of may
Or maybe end of April
The world gone need some
imposters, Cleo
Couldn't keep the shit one hundred
With a wallet full of c-notes
Now M Deezy gonna kill it
Bring a coffin, its finito
Man
What a way to make
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album
Verse 1: T.U.R.K
Imma keep it 100 as a hundred can be
Lyrically, none of these dudes is as nicer than me
If Jay had 99 problems and could end up
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album
keep talking and shoot at the same time
All this talking and you don't even notice the landmines
It's just me and you left and we're shooting at five
and it ain't luck
If 20 years after his first single, his name's stuck
From '74 to '99, did novice to king, wit a million
MC's waitin in line
Keep a barrel
Hustle Gang
Remix! F.D.B!
West Side, Bankhead, that's where I'm from
Everything y'all did, it been done
My Tru game and my shoe game
You can't touch
Yeah it's pretty cool
Alright but that was hot
But when you go from that to lyin'
'bout been sponsored by a condom packet
It's safe to say your career's
where the jugs be
Can't help it if the folks at MTV love me
y'all see the T.S. we shining, come to the be-X we grinding
y'all want to be us keep
love it when she rock that
100s in my pocket
I seen you on my end
Back down baby don't try it
She turning in pink and violet
For her I would get violent
blur the axioms fastest, crews lose lunches by the hundreds, lose electricity, lose gas, phone, plumbing, humming keep your mouth closed, keep your cows
serve them dope boys
I see so many crack babies and laid bitches
Out by the bus stop hounded for a nigga's riches
I just fuck em' then duck em' and then
Cause baby, baby, nothing you can tell me, will ease the pain
Yesterday you passed me by, I caught your eye, I know you saw me
Why did you, ignore me
When
heard the trenches got a hero
It's about time hundred on my neck
I came a long way from Compton
Fifty on my wrist
I came a long way from child time
If I
away from my corner
I drown niggas in hundred degree saunas
You can act a fool if ya wanna (bitch)
It's this lyrical piranha
Strapped wit a grenade,
from my corner
I drown niggas in hundred degree saunas
You can act a fool if ya wanna (biatch)
It's this lyrical piranha
Strapped wit a grenade, in
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