Lyrics:
bring back my man Craig Mack
Aye yo you must wanna be in the Guinness Book of World Records
As the dumbest motherfucker alive figure you gon'
Little boy with the bag
Gotta put in this work
Gotta get all this cash
You know you gotta lotta zips to flip
And that comes with some hectic shit
lotta dope
I can take this powder and make a kilo
Working with that key flow
Little nigga did she know
Man I got a girl take her head down to her knees
Man 1: What?
Mandy: This praising.
Wise Man 1: No, no, no.
Mandy: Oh! Well, if you're dropping by again do pop in. (they
take
That was May 12th, 1995
I met Jorun at that show
And he introduced me to the hip-hop scene in Halifax
From Universal Soul, Nathan C, Flexman
Papa
And I’ve been on this since I first heard grime way back in school now that shit is me life
Merk any man that stands in me way or I’ll die trying won’t tell
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3,
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3,
has a man that's always up on her
Tell her that's not what she needs in her corner
She needs a man that loves her for a whole lot of reasons
Not just
I don't know why this world keep turning (yes man)
Round and round
(As the world turns we all experience things in life)
But I wish it would stop
Craig, crush the hash
The Beretta's in the stash
Well, bang! let's kick it off like a butt
More fakes than Allen front to leave
You lost like a treasure
Here comes a rhyme in your ear
Craig Mack is here, so have no fear
My rhymes push the hack to the rear
I'm severe, rap pioneer, with funk I steer,
How many know what funk is? Raise your hands
You ready for this world?
"I can get real raw" plus my style is hardcore
I'm Craig Mack, comin in
at the club and you didn't get in
Whole lotta swag yeah I'm drippin ya digg
You and yo mans like the Three Little Pigs
If you a square den I'm smokin' a cig
(Renegade)
(Let me put a little Reezy in it)
Whole lotta money, whole lotta money
Gotta whole lotta money
Whole lotta money
I gotta whole
boy talk, call the fake from the real
She can't walk, she had to sit instead
Big boy talk, Deebo this not Craig
Prada, Chanel, make her open her legs
tried hard
For all the things that I wanted but my money was inadequate
Probably be killed by my cousins back in Africa
If they knew I risked my free
you get upset
I'll put those boys right in their place, goddamn, that makes me wet, haha
Trevor, Craig, you're fired
(Out-alpha the alpha)
a niggas trunk is a nigga named Screw
And I got that boy Kici in heah
And that boy Poyo and these hoes heah
And we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati
when he riding the car he in down the block
Someone get me a speaker that won’t knock
Someone find me a rapper that won’t pop
Little Uzi wit a coozie in
the powers that be)
Yeah, generations just how long we been at war
The revolution on all platforms
You break a man's mind in his back
Yo, solidarity is
now 118, call us now
Boy Better Know, that's the label now
Left dem yutes in a cradle now
Left dem with no milk in a bottle
Man wanna F with the team
that I gotta get paid
I've been thinkin' this way since I was in the 6th grade
No English, I ain't talk, but boy could add
In the school of hard
around with my blunt on my lips
With the sun in my eyes, and my gun on my hip
Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz
But a lotta niggas dying, so
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