Lyrics:
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
Come in all into the project
Kill m all who gonna try next
Minerals intro the process
Only real ones can digest
Dissect if ya come try flex, make
and simple)
Write it in your book, kid
Dear, dear diary...check it out
Yo Rob Swift! (Rob Swift gets business) x4
All you got to do is just set it
Better
to the list
And if I was it I wouldn't be pisssed
Man you get smacked, dropped hard down and wrecked
Have a real MC check, inspecta deck
I write verses in
I got dumped by my DJ
He said he didn't wanna work with me no more
I got dumped by my DJ
Cos I worked with someone else on a tiny tour
I got dumped
Intro:
I want you to know
One thing is for sure
Aint nobody like you
Verse 1:
I could give a million reasons
Why I love you momma
No script, no
[Chorus 2x]
You punks better back up
I dont need no back up
You get high drunk then you cowards wanna act up
[Project Pat]
I tote a 9 with a choppa
three young thugs who decided to rob
A man heard the screams comin' from her mouth
Ran down the deserted alley just to check it out
And when he came
the pressure on you
Put the extra effort on you
Write a motha fuckin letter to you and your editors too, threatin you
Detective check your mail and your
Juvenile's reality
Bitch I write my own checks bitch I pay my own salary
You want business with me
Boss playa ya have to be
I'ma million dollar nigga these
No loops
No drum pattern bullshit
One sample on the entire project
These melodies and rhythms are all me, every beat and lyric
It's stupid how I even
Millions a fantasy, Juvenile's reality
Bitch I write my own checks bitch I pay my own salary
You want business with me
Boss playa ya have to be
I'ma million
to say in the past
Don't let your mouth write a check that your ass can't cash
[ Delite ]
So just imagine all the flack that you'll be catchin
When you're
Can I get the phat intro?
This is how you was gon start it off?
Yeah, knowhatimsayin?
This is the God, the Drunken Monk, King Just
Comin' through
[Intro/Chorus - Never]
(Playas)
Mack lack justa messed up the game
(Playas)
Messed it up for the real playas who gave it the name
(Playas,
three young thugs who decided to rob
A man heard the screams comin' from her mouth
Ran down the deserted alley just to check it out
And when he came
the club
and I be dancin' by myself like I don't give a fuck, what-what?
Scribe on the mic I write an elegant flow
Even drop adagio for the lyrically slow
[Intro: Killah Priest]
Cheeba cheeba y'all (uh)
Cheeba cheeba y'all, don't stop
Yo... yo, yo
[Chorus 2X: Killah Priest]
Get that money, money,
great
And we won't stop, until death is a bedmate
[buddha monk]
What? alright, check this fly shit, this do or die shit
Monk drive-by hit, yea, bang it
From Las Vegas to Delaware on down to there
I'm a thousandaire
Mackin' bitches, draggin' em down the strip juss' by they hair
Like "Oh dear!"
Where
[intro: buddha monk]
Allah is god, we came here to travel
And speak the truth to those who do not know themselves.
We do the knowledge to everythin
your worst nightmare lil n!gga!
The introduction is my very first project, hope you like
All the verses from heart then I write it
Then I record, then
dance soon
Then I go impress myself with other kinds of damn tunes
Diss my friends with your mouth, Imma man the harpoons
Oh, shit, you know how it is
land i aint even bothered by you hoes
Im too confident, huh
Watch yo mouth boa i aint the one to fuck with
I’ll play you like token, then slide you like
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