Lyrics:
grinding then I know the devil's winning
So I can't stop fighting
When I know we gon' get it
A. J. Like Guyton on another level clicking
So I'm knocking
you gotta watch where you move
Son, shots get loaded, don't ever run wit the crowd son
Stick and move, you hear me?
And that's the way we rock it
jot it down with ease in rap, now he's the crap
I mean the shit, and if I said it, then I mean the shit
Listen to the lyrics that I spit, see what
DJ Premier, let's get it
Hey, posed at the north side of that London
Where fed there's always a pagan teeth
Look quiet, don't trust 'em
Where if you
let it out
Anything you could do I could do fresher
When I'm on the microphone I rock the shit without no pressure
Cause I snuck my forty ouncer
But again, and again, and again without a doubt
It's the gangster boogie, the earthquake sound
Pump it up and play it so they hear it all around
I
intermission
I'ma let y'all just talk about how good I
Rap for a minute and I'ma come back
So I dropped out of school cause
I'm tryna eff the tutor
Her ex man
a great show for yall here tonight
But first
We boutta regale yall
About the bullshit we got up to
On new years 2020
Lets get it
Feels good when a plan fall
Porter told me
"See you can push a new car, it's different for a rap star"
And AZ was givin' 50s to the homeless
They never bragged about it ? "L, we
were the last good days of the ghetto
It wasn't all about bein jiggy, so save that rap for Jell-O
Down on my knees in the street playin skelly
Rushin
Triple laser beam I made it without filming ay
Let me live I some how come up with best solutions heaven yea
Brethren falling angels coming back to Kevin
an object or person
Can you rock a party without rehearsing?
I can, anytime, on the spot rhyme
Many recording artists can't do it, but I'm
More than just
or die, she gon' slide
When it's time to shoot, she gon' drive
If the pussy good, I'ma dive
Like Kevin Gates, I don't get tired
Goin' ape shit, I rock
and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl (that's right)
I let my tape rock 'til my
and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl (that's right)
I let my tape rock 'til my
buried underground, but I'm never gonna let it go
I love this sound when I
Rock out
Today it's not the rap that makes the rapper
It's the backers who
Stupid (I'm a man without it)
Friday boy, you on yo crack shit
It's Friday, nigga, and I'm on Craigslist
'Cause I'm bored as shit and I wanna buy somethin'
Just bought a tray and I can, I can shoot it hella far
bro keep handing me the rock and I'ma run it like Lamar
I'ma ice that bitch out, if she can
to rap about it
I guess, I often write a song by my formula
Which is 3 verses followed by 3 choruses
But never open going, yo, yo
When I hear a rapper do
shit up [oh yeah] and here to rock ya
With some help from my homeboy E
The criminal of the ruthless posse
Fuckin' it up [word up] is what we do
loot youknowI'msayin'?
(What, what?) Fuck why'all (What?) youknowI'msayin'?
[Treach]
You can rap, you can sing, see it ain't no thing
Cause every
"If something is yours by right
then fight for it, or shut up..."
Si, a que estamos con Main Source con El professor Grande
Sir Skratch
coast get
Those to the liquor store
Sippin' on some Rémy Martin before
The show get started
It's gon' be off the hanger
And a few cool rap singers
I can't
permanent
Several shots, they tyin' up your body with a tourniquet
Let 'em rock, it's obvious that he don't know who turn it is
Keep my circle tight-knit
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