Lyrics:
Four years ago I was stuck on the grind
Slangin' crack 50 sacks straight 20's and dimes
Till I came with shit that got a muthafucka known
Coolin'
The story begins like a Dickens Novel, David Copperfield "I am born"
And naw nigga we all just can't get along
5996 A-L The Year of Light Illuminati
hear from
It's the funky man, the brother with the same sound
I've been coolin about a year and some change now
So hand over the microphone cause it's my
hoes hide this dick, UGK we live in this bitch
Swisha sweets is a must
Mixin' purple wit the tux
We call it banana split
Choose a pimp hoe, I'm
don't bump boo then the jokes on you
2 Live Crew, they started all that nasty shit
And Duck Down he started all that nasty bitch
Tupac, told you bout
don't bump boo then the jokes on you
2 Live Crew, they started all that nasty shit
And Duck Down he started all that nasty bitch
Tupac, told you bout
they look nice
And you look like the shook type
So you look right
Sometimes you gotta think like a criminal
And stay two steps ahead of dudes
That might
there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.
stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?
(With
pins I don't want no caddy, Godzilla with the kid
My niggas got the drugs, my crew be flippin' whips
OTLR days, three days, let me live Jimmy, baby, let
boy, the game belong to me
Tryna keep my kings on balance, meanwhile get they minds out them streets
But you gotta do what you gotta do pimp,
So by all
know that I
Live and die for the things I do slang
I use breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 uh
1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2
that fame, you might claim
Couldn't stand up by my rap name
You might be good, I don't care
I've been rapping like this 13 long years
I got more
the street
Concrete walker, straight male stalker
? broken temple of hemp, I keep it simple
Money all mine, I give a fuck if you fine
My crew, doggish,
[Keith Keith]
Run for help when the mic's in my hand
I kick rhymes like I'm a rap Van Damme
And eat MC's like a cake or a slice of pie
I'm not a pimp but I
all worthwhile.
Verse Two - Pressure
Let me introduce myself, raise them beers,
Pressure MC, been doing this for more than ten years,
It's been a long
[Liffy Stokes]
It's like I got the 4-4 cocked
On the block in it two door dropped
And my spot is keepin but hot
The pussy-ass cop throw some
Well, first I was hollyin' for years by them old timer clicks
I was like twelve, they was like, blood, listen
"Keep your mouth closed and your eyes
It used to be about old pimps and macks
But now we got the young bucks trying to jack
It's a stick up, put your hands up before you get bucked
Got
spent years, being abused
His moms a drug addict, she has a bug habit
Was a seven day event, since she celebrated the Sabbath
But she back slid, or that's
hot from the start
Off the chart it'll Still live on continue to run this marathon
They could separate us by place, they could separate us by time
We
Finna get to some pimp playa shit on they punk asses, though, you know?
Spit that shit, though
Let's go
Ain't no tellin', no tellin', no tellin' what
or lose life, jail niggaz sendin kites to the street
Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked, finish em off
Well done meat, that said twenty-two slug
know, could get dough and pimp a hoe
but never give a fuck what a freak say
bitch come on!
[chorus] (repeat) {1:08}
[verse two] {1:35}
i'm the same
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