Lyrics:
dim sum wit a bad bitch
You know me well
Ben Kenobe, homie
Covered by the holy veil
Once upon a time there was a boy born in the snow
Ice on his wings
a little bit more petty
Sing with me now (Hey, you ain’t shit)
Your mama, and your uncle, and your daddy ain’t shit
Your sister, and your doggy, and your
on to Ben J
In the rose red mirror, she a devil with a waist
Last king pharaoh , motherfucker in the game
These niggas aint thorough throw it up in your
shoulders
Never shall I be an MC, called a wannabe
I am the Lyte, L-Y-T-E
This is the way it is, don't ever forget
Hear the rhyme by someone else and you
Smiles from the heart of a family man (a-ah-e-ah)
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to
Mama's gonna love you just as much as she can (It's so cold)
Claiming you the king on the couch, y'all bugging. Acting like you from down south
Y'all bugging. All for a little bit of nothing. It's the game. Tal vibe
mama split
So I account for it by writing this impounding hit
It's time to hit the beach when the melanin starts questioning
But for now I got some
dick cuz they really do suck
Finally broke out
They think I'm crazy
Asked do I kill hoes
I replied maybe
I'm K.I.L.E.M
It is really me little hoe I'm him
Let me talk my stuff for a minute
King
Yuh
Slide, catch a vibe with me
Little mama don't be shy
Maybe spend the whole night with me
Yuh, kick it
canteloupe little old maid
A big black berry inside the cool-aid
A bass guitar a old fruit jar
A green canteen and a chocolate bar
Cannonball baby doll
Eliminate The Possibility
That To Be An E-M-C-E-E
Is Not A Threat To Society
Say Step By Step
Stride By Stride
I Know The Young Ladies Would Like To Ride
If
[E-40]
The definition of quarterbackin'
The quarterback..
Tell the cops don't read into it
Them days of slangin' yay been finished, them days
Rollin in my new Lex SE-4
Had a little fun, now I'm ready to go
On her mama's frontdo' step I let her go
Smash home, blazin a rope about a quarter to fo'
on by
Suicide king does her thing, then she sings And she's got no reason to lie
T-Rex's, so perplexes, and they're having too much sexes, meet me
Aye, little mama, aqui
Skin tone macchiato, we eating mahi-mahi
On Miami Beach, we have a party la-dee-da-dee
On my B-I-E 'til I D-I-E, I think I'm
These Niggas thinking that they know me
But we ain't even homies
You probably think 'bout the old me
Cos you ain't e'en know me now, nuh
Nuh you
the spark to my Gasoline
But people in the power never wanna give up power Oh Lord
Preach the word like I'm Joel Osteen
Little mama hope you hear me
a lady so fine when she visit she step out the range
We step in the building and everything little
My Hennesey I just be sipping
King of the town
I be king
'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy, salute with your gun
Little baby
on the King(Wakanda)
T'challa where you at (Wakanda)
Do it from the heart (Wakanda)
Wakanda, Wakanda (Wakanda)
Mama ehhhh aiya aiya, Wakanda Wakanda aye
So we chilling
of 10
Ha ke Ben 10
Flow yaka e paqame e flete
Ke batla cent
Ke e kgalletse ebile ho tswa qenqe
The Money,The cash we make good couple we make a stack
ye
Africa mama e
Yeye ye yeye ye
Africa mama e
Yeye ye yeye ye
Africa mama e
Yeye ye yeye ye
Africa mama ye
Amandla awetu
Amandla awetu
Amandla awetu
Beautiful is black, Beautiful is black
Beautiful is black, Beautiful is black
Beautiful is black
Promised I'd write my way up out my mama house
Now
Little Ghetto Boy
Hustling in these ghetto streets
What u Gonna do when they pull up
And make you face responsibility
Sipping on Lean in A stolen
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