Lyrics:
on you!
You think you're better than me?
You think you're man enough? You're NOT!
Open this door now, or I'll knock it down myself!
Open this door
me three since that day it was up
It was no wasting time, jack buzzing, flooded line
No time to break it down, we flooded by the pie
Bottom left me
Couldn't fuck with me from day one
I got a black line, now I got a grey one
I play the game you don't wanna play don
So it's best that you just stay
Out
out it's Mr. Anti politely
Coming on the track to kill my haters all with lightning
You wonder why I say we cause it's actually my boy and me
The ugly
and bust it down to the ground!
Open the door, Richard!
But I hate to be caught out on the street like this cause I got class I ain't never used yet.
But
Head up
Said I won't be like the rest
Running up upon a track
I'm trying to make it to the end
It's time to make something happen
I'm chasing up a dream
the shopping malls
I don't really care no more
I was sleeping on the floor, yea
Right there by the door
ILA
Thank you a lot
Getting me out of this spot
in the hood, running from them satellites
I made the door swing, selling .3's
I turned up the scene, went and bought a bunch of beans
I got some 23's
the days (Them was)
Them were the days (Them were the) them were the days (Them was)
Up all night going at it (Goin at it) Tryna knock out track after track
Out of range, never running out of game
Lotta chains, came with a lot of pain
Not a day goes by I ain't got a jay
Spending change, where that
when you came out with a baby dick
It's no wonder why you pay for pussy
Tory you think you slick
All you do is lounge around the house all day like
When I'm up in Oakland
Niggers rolling in huge piles
In Atlanta,niggers crash you doors
When I'm in Philly,it's a sold out tour
In L.A.,I max out real
on the mic live as can be what's good y'all I'm The ZYG.
(Chorus)
Kid Creole was the first to say yes yes y'all. In the days before Curtis blow was fresh
wanna come down
Looking down upon you 'cause I'm running this town
Head up in the clouds I don't wanna come down
Looking down upon you 'cause I'm running
points with The girl's parents, Ken and Gloria
My next door neighbors, by taking the group out to dinner at Olive Garden, saying he knew
The head chef
the hot
I'm a flow from the soul when you can't hold me back
Ke-ke-keep on keep on rolling the track
I'm a simply simply always attach
Jeepney Music by
the hot
I'm a flow from the soul when you can't hold me back
Ke-ke-keep on keep on rolling the track
I'm a simply simply always attach
Jeepney Music by
possess they not for show
And you put dresses on your weapons when you walk out the door
See once I flash mother fuckers better do the one shot dash
Or be
possess they not for show
And you put dresses on your weapons when you walk out the door
See once I flash mother fuckers better do the one shot dash
Or be
I got these pants that you gave me
On for 3 days straight
I got a condom in my pocket
But she 3 days late
Pull out a stick they get to running
Like
in big bones call out 4 door,
Might flex on my ex pulling up in 3 double O,
I creep slow when I’m sippin on the Moe,
Attitude on go when I’m dealing
I'll make it juicy for you, shit
Marley, I be you
Shout out Too $hort
I'm goin' in
The Aphilliates, nigga
Holla at your boy
I got a bitch
been in the studio making tracks
But y'all boys wouldn't know nothing bout that
You too busy running off at your mouth
Hollerin about, we fell out
You
Well, it was just like that that day when I set out to look for Bill.
Oh, the awful hush that seemed to crush me down on every hand,
As I blundered
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