Lyrics:
[Poetry] Yo, yo, yo, yo Pharoahe
[Monch] Right, right
[Poetry] Brother why don't you explain
How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game?
wie 'ne Tuning-Messe
Gangster
Die Nummer 1 in den Trendcharts
Drive-By, ich schieß' aus dem Fenster
Und steig' nie mehr aus dem Benz da
Was für
mad, you lied so bad
Just listen to yourself
Yeah right
Yeah right
You'll lose my love
If you keep it up
Yeah right
Maybe you got messed up by
ransom and bail
Yo, last rites, we flash to blast twice
Jedi Mind 252 we mad nice
We smash mics, and blast too precise
God yea
They talking but I no go mind
Woho do nti I dey mad
Searching for your love
No two ways bout that
Hold me by your side
We turn up till we die
america's some motherfuckin' apple pie
Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
'Cause once you
that shit sounds sick!
yigga-yigga-yo watch your lip!
"Get out my mind!" she tells herself time after time
Ignorin words spoke by the most high
You better go get you a shooter, fore we buss at yo medulla
Choppa sang shoot shit like cupid, took yo bitch cause she a groupie
Ion really fuck with
(Violent J talking)
"Yea...everyday...everyday..psychopathic everyday...eh yo Twin Gats where you at boy?" "I'm Psychopathic Rydin'" "yea, alright
it, all net
Y’all be shootin till the lights out, yea thats yo wife now
Tried to get by with Lifestyles, ended up with a whole different lifestyle
Susan said I’m her lil chocolate lil swirl
Just fucked her on camera got a tip by a nigga named earl
I swear I can’t even get mad it’s so many dumb niggas
facts, nothing less, get it off ya chest
Need my roll blue faces like a fucking smurf
Woke up on Pluto, but I’m smoking earth
My old bitch mad ion fuck
Ya
Woooo
Ya
I do this shit like my job
I kick it right from the top
I fuck yo bitch in a car
I fuck yo bitch where I want
I hit the gas and skirt
(Got the bands oou it's coming)
I wear shit you don't see everyday (Everyday yea I'm bussin')
And they mad that they can't they just hate (They just
the south now remind me again,
Who the fuck is you?
'We the realest you know that, motherfucker you better keep up keep up
Aww shit, I'm moving mad in yo
come to me
Go secure me a bag
With a whole lot of cash
I might jump in the wip and i do the whole dash
Imma whole new nigga got my old hoe mad
She keep
yo step don't make me mad
Bet this Halo make you back up
Want this shit then come on
Want this life then come on
Im just sayin
Shit it might just be
till I get real mad runnin In yo pad screaming it's on sight
Burned in the brain of my enemies they energy messes with my pedigree
I'm helplessly
I don't wanna know yo name
Wanna do some cocaine
Dreads swing like Lil Wayne
We on the yacht doing coke
Loving that bitch you a joke
Wanna beef with
a birkin' bag, yo propety you got it boo
Baddest of 'em all just look how shawty show out
She got herself all by her own, she never need a handout
She never
check my shot I’m a hooper
I’m fresh as hell imma drip to the future
Your designer ain’t real you ain’t bussin’
You claim that it’s real and you mad that
Run up that check cause I need it a lot
Niggas gon talk but they living a lie
Get to the bag put yo feelings aside
Negative vibes they be killing my
em by
Tryna be something they not
Don't let that be you!
Just do what you do, keep faith in yo grind (Keep faith in yo grind!)
Don't be too hard
when he tuck
I feel bad for the other side all you niggas fuxked
If I ever save yo number in my phone it's gone be blood
They get mad when they compete
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