Lyrics:
convict me for kickin black on wax
I walk the street with a battle axe
Life ain't nothin but a piece of existence
Cause when you die, you'se a past
New Era can see
No cap, i know that life a bitch but
They ain't prepared for me
See, before Love & Hip Hop I
Got love in hip hop
Mona Scott should
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
used to be on the outside lookin' in
Now Whodini is comin' back to do it all again
Pioneers who've given rap it's
Life and it'self all praise due
(Last night a DJ saved my life)
(Last night a DJ saved my life)
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
The fresh prince, but you knew that
True that (Knew that, true that)
It only take a second for your
Life and you-a lose that (Yah)
My Ultra Ego got me back up
miniature party food i get spizzy
Like I'm Hugh Hef "Come fuck with me"
One first tonight
Might change your life, right?
Yeah imma talk my shit
'09 is mine
I've been on the truck for 51 years.
My only friend is the A.M. radio.
Sometimes the neighborhood children stop by,
But it's always rocks and beer
red lights
Tell me stop cause I'm killin em
Got chains like a millions
Lames they not feelin em
But tell em keep hatin
Praying on my downfall, tell em
please stop!
If show business is a woman, I don't trust her
but she's gonna get knocked by The Chubbster
"Come on y'all, let's go to work!" -> Flavor Flav
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song!
leave me again
To make sure, put on this 3-foot fucking rope."
Present day, I've been on the truck for 51 years
My only friend is the AM radio
to radio, eat a dick
I still never ABC the shit
Mainstream appeal but the skill is what made me iller
Since before they called Jay Dee Dilla
I was
just me and mommy
Then Phil came along, he bought a basketball go to the park
Get your game on Shaq but have your butt back by dark
I was acting like
trying to move up and better my situation
Music is the star that’s why I stay in rotation
Craig told me that when I was at the radio station
If you need
What is going on and it's Michelle LA's 97-01
Radio is what you're listening to first
Thing I walk in the door and right
Behind me here he is Kanye
till you spark a dime
Ya'll can hate but i'm still gonna make ass shake
Still got the steel by the waist runnin through ya'll
Me and Queen Pen find us
do is set trends
And you do that shit again and again and again
Ugh, ugh
Got those motherfucking custom Roshes
Feel me?
This big beard cover my
it
Stick shift, automatic, automatic big clip
Round clip
Hit a nigga while I downshift, yeah
It's me again, all I be is win, never if
If you see
rhyme is a punch
But I could beat him with bitch smacks
Alright look man you called me an immigrant
Pfft you wanna call me a Arab?
Talk shit about that
an easy road
Now when it's with me it turns to gold
I got hit's for the radio
And hit's for the discotheque, mmmm
Gotta get back to my life again
Don't
picture.
*
It's often been said that truth is the first casualty of war,
It is, but the same could be said of life.
From birth we are threatened
over with (that's it)
But don't get mad at me
Go blame the chick who wrote this shit
Yeah, life is sure a bitch (bitch)
But she know I'm rich (I'm
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