Lyrics:
the mix like gumbo
Now how can I stay humble
And make feddy by the bundle
Marv said we got bigger triggas
Mack we got bigger figures
Now
the mix like gumbo
Now how can I stay humble
And make feddy by the bundle
Marv said we got bigger triggas
Mack we got bigger figures
Now
[Raekwon the Chef]
So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats
On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up
Word up, never stop
[Raekwon the Chef]
So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats
On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up
Word up, never stop
P3
My nigga Shiest got that E.T.,
Got a nigga sleepy
Yeah
I used to coast down posts
Lookin' real nonchalant
This sale, off the Audemar
You go
rhythm
Got niggas on the side
Whose bitin' ears
By spittin' negatism
I got my ninner
Off of safety
Ready to try it out
What made me do it
It was
The hotel stars five of em just like the Jackson's
My real life is like the IG captions
Kyrie sneakers how I'm recently gainin' the traction
We
that I do, for real
Leave by example, look at my paperwork, here you go that's the proof
I get the loop, but still I'm humble, can't get the big head
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
Six
Five
Four
Three
Two
One, happy new year
Uh, it's a new world, it's a new world
It's a new world, it's a new world
"At 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" (Repeat 4x)
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4
3, 2, 1 reasons you'll never be this raw
My crew is representing for
my 7UP, the pouring type
My girl is Japanese, so she a real cute foreign type
My opp just tried to mess with me but hit the floor and died
One tap, two
hazardous
Seeds can't be saved by JESUS Of Nazareth
Sell my nigga weed, its halarious
They squeese at the cabbages, seeds in the carrage's (the kids)
by the look got these niggas shook
I'm a vet and you steady rook
Posted on the scene, sippin' lean
That promethazine sippin' on codeine
Play with Jesus
pockets stay real deep
Cash keep fillin 'em
Triple 7-93-11, that's for Em and them
Any competition that's hot
To hell we sendin them
I'm known to get busy
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Help Me
You gotta help me baby, I can't do it all by myself (repeat 2x)
If you don't help me daddy
Gotta find somebody else
Put on your
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
6,7 years old I thought I lost it all
How long can you mourn
When a death of a friend that you get the blame for by the kids mother
Yeah I did
That's truth
What's up
Ain't nothing changed but the color of the money
These new blue hundred dollar bills, huh
How that look
Jones
I'm on 7
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
Six
Five
Four
Three
Two
One, happy new year
Uh, it's a new world, it's a new world
It's a new world, it's a new world
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
real name
Gang
Waiting for me to drop
Just like Jesus that ain't gone never happen
Got them sick
When I hit the mic
They get anorexic
Fuck with me
You
weight, but sometimes its slow
It's up and down like the Dow Jones, shit fluctuates
But my real niggas still keep their stock in me
Feds investigate,
a nine-to-five
But I started supplyin' (For real)
Six-point-two, it sound like it's cryin'
(Skrrt) rims twenty-four inches with
The matchin' lining (Man)
I want
can't believe it's true
I still can't believe it's you
First Billy, then you
Real talk, I can't believe it's two
Still, it only took a week or two
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