Lyrics:
die? (Bitch, please)
Gettin G's by any means necessary
That's why my cousin doin' time
And my dogs got buried
Y'all bitches is afraid of the gang
Sittin'
and everything
So I bring the Bay with me, and 4 Tay
He always been raw to me
And I like his style, when I was in jail
I used to listen to his stuff
So when I got
feeds
Tilting knees
Guns with different keys
Nine mili me yuh mad who pelting peas
Foot solidiers with a lot of energy
Yuh better sign peace cause yuh
twenty-two divided by seven
You're like Kevin Spacey, your style is usually suspect
You never killed a cop, you're not a motherfucking thug yet
Your mind is
to count the people
I sent to heaven
Produces more digit's than twenty-two
Divided by seven you like Kevin Spacey
Your style is usually suspect
You never
column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is
figures, big riches (What?)
Nine inches with a crew of jig bitches (Yeah)
Have bitches, say I'm viscious, mad riches (Whoa)
Black sixes cruise by with
fret
I just relapsed grab a pack
Missed my shot so call me Shaq
Hate my style I love attacks
Bootleg Hov the album black
Used to watch fiends sniffing
a fully nigga)
Yeah, Yeah, it's an AR (yeah)
Like it's Skilla baby yeah this my Tay B Style (yeahhh)
Yeah this my Tay B Style
And imma bounce out with
And anything a n***a offer I could do it by myself
Money is the motivation, I don’t need anything else
I mean I, got my family, check
Got my health, check
Only
and my style is fly
One more time I came here to rhyme
Gimme the mic and I'ma go for mine
So emcee's all a y'all shut up
When flavor's in the house we
Neil Armstrong but dis here
Be also be moon high and
Landed after them faking that they landed
Kiss my black ass goodbye cuz I just land
Advances yeah we
a childish fear
That grows and grows wild in the middle of me
I'm gonna get a new tattoo
Black and stretching around my arm
Like a life that is visible
Grab a hold to ya seats, my style bulldoze the streets
I talk dirty, puncture holes in my teeth
Cavity creep, I'm young hung over thirty
You with it
feel pleasure in my knowledge
That once the forest bleeds
Old Man Winter shall rear his head
The one eyed wanderer
Two crows circling the sky
Might
you
You the apple of my eye
In my heart
It is you that I store
I never wanna say goodbye
And by
The way it's you I give my life for
I so wish
That I
self
Ay yo, here comes the Master Don, here to renovate
My style hits ya like marble weights so pass the dinner plate
But pass up the swine like
to biz, you know I'm a diss them fast
So play like 98.7 and kiss my ass!
Cause me and rap is like peanut butter and jelly
Which reminds me of a song by
the back of the ride
Hook
You better, give my - black shades back honey
Blacked out in the club cos I'm too on it
You know cos I sip so much
I always rep
last time (yeah)
Young nigga back on his grind
I rock all black diamonds and ricks that's my style
Respectively talking my shit on that time
Perfectively
corner riding with him ha Ha
All they see is black venom
Then my silhouette
Just watch the fear reappear in they
Eyes when I hit the set
Oh no, 2Pac wit'
a mothafuckin' ruthless villain
MC Ren - stamping any fool in my way
With some help from my homeboy Dre
[Dr. Dre]
Now my name iz Dre - de mothafuckin' doctor
dedicated to my brothers and sisters
The white, the black, and all the hip-hop listeners
One nation stayin under a groove
Above the Law's pure in it to win
zombies, becomin' one by now
Wonderin' if my style would support her and her child
Out the corner of my eye saw this stud I recognized (who?)
One
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