Lyrics:
shout out to Will Smith
Cause who didn't wanna be the Fresh Prince
Flat top, gold chain and some fresh kicks?
My nigga Nas told me money make the world
j3 Leebi kaata any day jeee lazy rap kraa
Shi Wavy as rap Controlling bars Station master
Kill your favourite rapper get you mourning leebi mamkpa
I'm
the microphone
Living legend inside of a Smith & Wesson sliding out
Of the barrel, I'm fire, don't try me cause I am hot
Police cars with they sirens come by
and attack it
You talking that shit, but can't back it
I tap a dime and then dip
You getting cuffed by a ratchet
You're way too afraid to admit
You'd rather
To my brief rap speech you attach like a leech
Examine when I'm jamming and when I preach
Before I'm completed, you will all be deleted
You said I
without a trace, no DNA, no, not a drop
'Cause me and Dre and 50, we will never get caught by the cops
CSI, they hate us, but they gotta give a lot
Welcome to Rap City, it's your boy Big Tigger and I'm
Happy to introduce my guest, Mr. Busta Rhymes
It's Busta Bus, you know the god you trust,
out right with a hand clap or finger snap
No games, just gimme a beat by James
And I'll give some names to blow 'em up in flames
I'm a rap star
said, "Wanted Dead or Alive"
I swear by the whites of they eyes
To never take a dive I will survive
We can all get by if we want now
Get a fat
that you nigga’s got it you never pressed record...
(Perfect)
BelAir fresh
Like Will Smith
No license still ride my whip
And I’m in the hills I can hide
Keep the smith tucked in case a nigga want the will slaps
I always got some kickback at them kickbacks
Known state to state for hunting bands
hold you back (Go, Go, Go)
Go get it and attack (Go, Go, Go)
On-E is on the track (Go, Go, Go)
And Fleezy's got the rap (Go, Go, Go)
I gotta get it now,
CONVERSATIONS FROM A SPEAKEASY (Feat. OMNI)
(M. Lambert/D. Smith/B. Francis/J. McDonald)
Produced by Suffa for Suffering City Productions
Written
it into the upper peninsula
You want to go against zilla? The Rap God
When will I quit? Never been realer
The in-stiller of fear, not even
the minute you came by
So stay in your lane and get wet by the rain!
You wanna step up, get your ass touched!
You wanna rap son, get your ass buff!
Try
to rap on beats
How much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A
in the day but now I'm glowing up
And I heard that these niggas really all cap
They influenced by raps that shit they speaking it ain't facts
Heard
Got a plan of attack to chase that Aflec
Benjamin's
Watching my city
I seen it's tragic
Either you get on the stone
And start grinding
And sharpen
remind you by my word that's a tat...
It's the word for attack, but it can also attract
A spotless mind I'm not Jhene and Thas a verbal subtract
I'm here
I put my heart in this
It's stretched out, put it all on the table
With my chest out, truth hit's not a fable
I'm entertained, by Will Smith
nesting in your closets, hiding underneath your socks
Living in your living rooms, sleeping by your bedroom clocks
There must be a couple million and more
Tombstone rap, the buls a barbarian
Is you strapped cuz i carry two gats
They brother and sister
I call the sister Missy
I call her brother Mister
Got
I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun
And then you'll run
been sold
Or frozen, cause I'm ice cold
It's no lie the truth been told
Steppin' to me you must feel bold
Been down that path, I wont go back
Smith
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