Lyrics:
in the rafters
My top 5 consists of the top guys
Me, me, me, me, and me as the top guy
I do not connect with you niggas no Wi-Fi
You fake, what rhymes
lookin' for a buzz to get hot
Now they comin' over to battle rap
What the fuck we look like, Love & Hip Hop?
(I got somethin' you gon' like...)
My new gun
down
I leave you with that jewel
Go get the chain now and put it together
You see coming up
We ain’t have that shit to
Keep our mind focused i love Mike
bitch from Trinidad
Fuck her hard, then send her home
It's time to start my routine
In the streets, with the
Heat, you don't rhyme, you don't eat
Pockets
Chorus:
(Busta Rhymes)
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where
Chorus:
(Busta Rhymes)
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where
I may contact, destroy if they give their bomb back
Prepare for combat, peace and love is beyond that
Should've went with my comrades, it's actual
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
in Range
Rovers with fog lights
Tonight's got a feel in the air
Caused by they stare
And the spots that we walk
Patrons whisper and glare
You know we
as you can be
La Trapacandi, a well-known rhyme general
Who say Ras Kass don't spit fire, he a liar
That's like your favorite rap star claiming he
rhymes
Can you see my love even though we be with thugs?
Yo, words and keyboards we please the Lord
Lyrics feed the poor, while the rich receive the sore
that fuck that
Aw why you laughin' Alchemist?
Huh you a funny nigga, naw yeah
(My book of rhymes)
I'm tellin' you I'ma come up
With some new shit now
I gotta be slammin, gotta be comin
And you know we smoke weed
We don't fuck with embalmin
Cause that shit bad for a G like me
I guess I represent
just vamped
And left a nigga stuck with no kind of get back
Now I even get shook by the hoodrats
Cause they know what the fuck they gon' get
Took for
be lounger
Aliens is out of townish fuck applause
niggas clap now with forty pounders and forty fours
Is it all fair in love with war
him
Man, I appre-, I love him for that
And at this time, you know I didn't have a deal
I had songs, and I had relationships with all these A&R's
thinkin ride long
Drop roll barre, that what I want
Im comin on down jammin
I gotta be slammin, gotta be comin
And you know we smoke weed
We dont fuck with
I body your man
Do a drive by on you live with a body cam
Fucking with Feddie then count your bread and your blessings
Fuck over Feddie, they find
you're the flyest
Cause you wrote a bar about Coronavirus
Yo shit ain't sick I won't deny it
Like Kratos I fuck with only giants
Control and I will get
And if all else fails I still got the trap
I don't fuck wit you rappers
Y'all fake to me
I don't fuck wit y'all majors y'all snakes to me
I don't care
verbal snipe, your vocab on site
I'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the wall
You
verbal snipe, your vocab on site
I'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the wall
You
niggas be eating pasta but they love zucchini
Rocking valor tennis suits by Sergio Tecchini
Them type of cats that call you because you can't call 'em
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