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Hands where I can cee like Busta said
I lead by example, nigga - must I led?
Last thing you hear is shots and every cuss I said
Real niggas walkin
the narcissist, my pockets are rotund
I'm no killa, but compared to you, I'm more real'a
You ain't a shot, a mobster, or a drug dealer
A slug peeler, you're not
Shyheim (New York, New York) You did the kid
That's how we gon' do it, we gon' this real clever
From the Staten Island connection, oh
[Chorus: Shyheim]
See-see-check, yo
Real sick hearing these pricks talk shit
They get there throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm thick
And I'm real tired
with the money
Might need a shrink
Like Mya and Jay
My city get the best of me
Niggas wanna eat
But they don't wanna learn the recipe
Because it's hard
the Amtrak
Load up your knapsack and crease appendix operation
Leave out there with constipation
Exlax on tracks superb vinyl wax
It's a cold sore by
Sent that nigga straight to hell goodbye
Real bosses put the word out and recline
Gotta 7 a.m. tee time
Only thank GOD he did that shit by design
Dogs
Don't
Columbia's like Atlanta compared to Marianna
Stay up late, head down all day
That should be my new anthem
She wanna take up the air I breathe
on that second base shit, wait.
I go under skrrrts, like I'm a mechanic
Fixing what's under her panties by doing damage,
Nudes take up most of my
real high
All across the sky
Just tryna get by
Feelin' so down
Goin' 'round town
Actin' so hopeless, yes
What am I about
What of my doubt
Man if my
know what that is
These niggas too old to be beefing wit kids
For real tho
How much money we gon bet till we still go
Had to learn it all by myself
break apart what God made
And regardless to what you boys say
Seek and destroy, fuck the opposition
When you for real it's in yo bloodline, not in yo
to the side
Wearin' my short leather jacket
Marilyn Monroe on my back
I'm livin' that life
I'm for real with this
That's what I think about
I like
Escabano, sophisticado
Blazin' hollows like Saddles
Rap apostle, nacho cheese, I'm Castro
Compared to these niggas who swear to be real
But impostors
because
His sure will and true Word is enough to cling to
And that isn't all- cause Christ's coming again
To renew what is broken by deception and sin
Got a black heart
Should I do what's real or should I do what's smart
I started recording my journals as voice messages
I listen back to feel better
Blazin', mi don't want dem
Mi need dem
Blazin'
Suh mi tek har outta bugah red and put her in a tall skirt
And now she find out what life is
dime sees money by her nose
Keep winnin', cause bitches are sore enough to lose
What's your deal? Vibin' to the reel
These stories ain't real
That's
to prove
Compared to a few
Been through a lot but we still on the move
Say I'm the one like what comes after two
Ain't got the Henny that Remy'll do
Lately I
Yo, was walking by when I heard somebody said my name
Got me thinking because nobody ever said my name before
Compared to the past, I was a nobody
Ah cos!...
MiddleMan MiddleMan oh!
MiddleMan MiddleMan on my Own!
MiddleMan MiddleMan oh!
MiddleMan MiddleMan on my Own!
I write this song by my own!
errands
I'm a CEO 50 like Clarence she not real got her booty on clearance
I be hustling niggas like Terrance
Foenem don't know what to say I'm in the cut
to what you boys say
Seek and destroy, fuck the opposition
When you for real it's in yo bloodline, not in yo motherfuckin mind
So feel it like the holy
the heavyweight category
Like in my top five, you know, my boys, my boys is in there
In the real top five, amongst the Hovs, and you know what I mean
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