Lyrics:
traveling
Niggas cant rap with us
Music with some crack in it
Spirits up blasting it
Blasting it
Blasting it
Now cry to this
Laugh to this
Ride to this
Rap
the US of A
See no matter where you at
Motherfucking crime pay but not my way
Put them days of slinging behind me
Now I rock spots where only
Rap fiends
a book out called The Emperor Wears No Clothes. The author's name is Jack Herer. It's published by Queen of Clubs, and I think there's ads for it in High
plus
He's tough-rugged and rough like old rust
His tender splendedness will cause hard rocks to blush, plus
He'll interrupt your rap program with
and whites ride by and niggas yell, "Fuck them Jakes!"
So much respect, I can lay dough on the floor
Walk away and come back without cats runnin off
I'm
California with some new shit
I'm Sir Too Short I'm bout to do this
In 1981, that's where it all begun
We do it for the money we don't rap for fun
Five
Brown, jump if you want
I put it on my momma and her very last nerve
Ricky made off everything I deserved
The square root of a kilo is me nigga
The square
we'll swim the distance
Fear after persistence
Kin by cuts with all decisions lived with
Can't live without by now, that's why we shout so loud
Couple
Young Joc
That's what I call her, she all on my top
Rap star, or do he sell rock?
He got files so he beatin' the trial
Couple racks, let them niggas
eyes, relax, let me feed the cat
Living fat, true mack, niggas was catching feelings
Dealing with a smaller deck, it just wasn't as mass appealing
I
playing blacktop
Smash while we listening to "Crack Rock, "
Maybe it's just practice but what's
Batting practice without a backstop?
Green light from
An honest real sort of correlation
Where short stories serve as the medication
And rap fans are the patients lets face it
They don't wanna see me winnin'
No
Saying fuck too many times in one rap
Well guess what
You can suck on my fucking nut sack
Why?
Cause I don't give a fuck that you think that
I'mma get it
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
it rains
You can by my slang I'm from the bay maine
A rap star piece I'm a beast on the mic
It's ten, I'll creep up in by midnight
You can check my
turn it out)
[Layzie]
They probably thought that we would fall off
Be comin up missing in this rap game
After 30 million records and 7 years, ain't
Threw it back, let him munch the cat, sorta sound like this *Minecraft eating sfx*
[Bridge: Louverture]
Lethal weapon by my side - I done made some
supposed to
Do this type of thing
I'm a Christian)
Amen
It's like a scene out
Of Player's magazine
Let them other cats holla
L'll make you scream
If it's time to die yo are we ready
What gets me is the fast lane will drive you to hell faster then Andretti
I'll point you to Jesus if you let me
sent his own down
And from then on now that my
Sin's gone all on my pens
Own is tryna to retract all the
Rap that it picked wrong
I told em on this song
needs to stop
these words of mine
will make your body rock
Single handed
Taking RAP, to the number one spot,
Whether you like it or not
I decided I'm hot
Uh mehn I'm tired of saying mehn
Nikki come on take it then
Mo le jo mo le korin all by myself
I can make your body rock I don't need nobody else
Just
squad want it
The deadshots and homicides, on ya'll corners
It's not an issue, Will Smith you
But what is Steele without Tek
Let's deal with real issues
[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
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